Fic: Another Story To Tell The Grandkids (one-shot)
Title: Another Story to Tell the Grandkids
Author: miss_peg
Disclaimer: Still doesn't belong to me.
Rating: T/M
Summary: A break in routine proves to be very enjoyable for Naomi and Emily as they head to Cornwall for a holiday.
Author Note: So I wrote another one...just another random fluffy ficlet that is in the same vein as the last one I wrote.
‘Touch me with those hands and I’ll leave you here alone whilst I go sightseeing.’
Emily didn’t need to open her eyes to know what her oh so loving girlfriend was about to do. She’d fallen victim to her wet, showered body before. At home it mattered very little because they could change the sheets, but in a hotel that changed them every other day, she didn’t fancy a night in a wet bed. No matter how much she loved Naomi.
‘How do you do that?’ Naomi said, wrapping her towel around her body and tucking it in neatly.
‘My third eye,’ Emily rolled her eyes and sat up against the headboard.
‘Is that like your Fitch fingers?’ Naomi asked, chewing on her bottom lip and staring up at Emily with wanting. She had her exactly where she wanted her. It didn’t take much to get the blonde quaking at the knees. It had become a skill that Emily had mastered. If she could gain a BA honours in teasing Naomi, she imagined she’d have a First Class degree by now, without very much effort.
‘What’s the plan for today?’
‘I thought we could go down to the harbour,’ Naomi suggested, wrapping her hair in another towel and crawling back across the bed to side beside Emily.
‘And how exactly will it have changed from our walk down there yesterday?’
In all honesty, Emily didn’t care what they did and she didn’t mind repeating the same mundane actions as long as she did it with Naomi by her side. They were in a little seaside village in the middle of Cornwall and they were together. They could have been in a grotty, cheap hotel in Spain for all it mattered. As it turned out the village was beautiful and the harbour was her favourite place to walk. When they’re driven by it on the way to the hotel, Emily had made Naomi pull over just so that she could take a photo.
‘We’re staying here for a week Emily, there’ll be plenty of times to take photos,’ Naomi had snapped, glancing at her watch as though time mattered when they were on holiday.
But Emily’s stubborn side won out, she got her photos and then they carried on driving along a back street up to the hotel’s car park. That evening they’d eaten out at a pub on the corner near to where they’d stopped and Emily had taken another dozen photos of the same view, the only difference was the sun setting in the distance.
‘We are going fishing,’ Naomi announced.
‘I’ve never been fishing in my life,’ Emily said, raising an eyebrow with doubt. ‘Do you even know how to fish?’
‘We’ll figure it out.’
The morning sun shone like it had every single day since they’d arrived. They’d lucked out on the weather, from morning until evening the sun sat high in the sky and clouds remained at a safe distance from the village. On the one day that they’d ventured away from the seaside town, it had rained. Naomi had blamed it on their change of location and they’d quickly returned to the hotel to dry off and spend an afternoon in bed.
‘Where are we getting our equipment from?’ Emily asked Naomi as they walked along the main street. Naomi held up a finger and disappeared into a shop, returning with two wooden fishing nets that reminded Emily of family holidays as a child. She laughed; Naomi’s idea of fishing had obviously been more basic than the rods and bait that Emily had envisaged.
‘What’s so funny?’
‘You expect us to catch anything using these?’
‘Why? Think we can’t catch fish using these ickle bitty nets?’ she spoke with mocking, but Emily could tell there was some seriousness in her voice. Naomi was adamant that they were going to catch fish that day.
‘I’ll pay for tonight’s dinner if I’m wrong,’ Emily offered, holding out a hand for Naomi to shake.
Naomi shrugged her shoulders, took Emily’s hand and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. The unexpected embrace caused Emily’s breath to hitch and she let go of the net which clattered down onto the pavement.
‘Be careful, or I’ll never win,’ Naomi said, a warning glance sent in Emily’s direction.
They walked down on to the small beach where a few boats lay trapped in the sand, waiting for the moment the tide would come in and allow them to serve their purpose, floating on the water. There they sat on a wall, their feet dipped into the cool sea as they rested their nets in amongst the school of tiny fish.
‘Fucking fish,’ Naomi groaned half an hour later as their nets kept coming up empty. Emily rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder, holding her net in the water with one hand as her other wrapped around Naomi’s back.
The activity had very little importance in Emily’s day that she almost fell asleep, resting against Naomi’s side. The sun sat above their heads, heat so intense that Emily didn’t feel much like moving let alone anything else. She was jerked from her near sleep by Naomi who jumped up in excitement, almost knocking Emily off the wall. She steadied herself quickly and looked up to find Naomi’s eagerness disintegrate into disappointment.
‘I caught a fucking snail, does that count?’
‘Not really,’ Emily said, chuckling at Naomi as they climbed down off the wall. The activity was over.
They stopped by a little deli on walk back up the main street where they picked up sandwiches, bottles of water and some crisps which they carried through the village towards the main beach. There they sat on the sand and ate their makeshift picnic in the shade. Emily applied fresh layers of sun cream to Naomi’s pink cheeks and forced her hat onto her head, much to Naomi’s dismay.
‘I don’t want you dying of skin cancer,’ Emily told her.
‘How very romantic darling,’ Naomi said, sarcastically as she pulled the sides of the floppy hat down around her ears. Emily smiled at her childlike behaviour and slipped a cotton t-shirt over her vest top to avoid her bright red shoulders from catching anymore sun. Her attempts to get Naomi to do the same fell on deaf ears.
Once their rubbish had been discarded into a bin, they took a walk along the sand, their toes digging into the soft, tiny fragments. Emily enjoyed the feel of the dirt between her toes, each step like walking into mud, yet her feet didn’t turn that horrible shade of black they had when she was a toddler.
‘Where are we going?’ Emily asked Naomi, as though she had all the answers. They’d always lived as a partnership, decisions were shared equally and activities were shared out between them. Emily had taken it for granted that Naomi knew she was in charge that day.
‘Err,’ she began, allowing the half-word to lengthen until her furrowed brow returned to normal and she’d made a decision about their actions. ‘Over here.’
Emily followed sceptically as they replaced their shoes and began to clamber over rocks separating the main beach from a smaller one which was empty. They walked the length of the beach several times; each time stopping at the rocks where they’d either sit down to have a rest of walk back up to the road along them. She’d never really considered what was on the other side, until Naomi turned around with a massive grin on her face.
‘I know,’ she shouted, dropping her bag and shoes onto the floor and running off up the beach towards the bottom of the cliff.
Emily retrieved Naomi’s belongings and followed, slower, with all their things. She dropped them further up the beach as Naomi’s find became apparent.
‘Cave,’ Naomi said, her short, simple sentences like that of a toddler still learning how to speak. She pointed to the small cave behind them and her eyes softened until her gaze was joined by her trademark lip tuck which gave Emily the answers to any questions she had left.
She chased Naomi into the cave entrance where they fell onto the floor, their arms and legs tangled up in at hugs which were quickly ruined by Naomi’s insistence of tickling the skin showing between Emily’s shorts and her t-shirt.
‘Fucking,’ Naomi whispered, her word emphasised as she stopped tickling Emily and started to nibble on her neck instead.
There she lay, a martyr to her girlfriend’s actions. Unable to move at first until Naomi’s thigh landed between her legs. Emily reached up, wrapped her hands around Naomi’s neck and kissed her sweet, salty lips. Her hips thrust up to meet the movement of Naomi’s leg against her inner thighs.
‘Perfect day,’ Emily said, the word falling from her mouth as her hands travelled along every inch of Naomi’s body.
They rolled over with tongues sharing kisses and fingers working their way around buttons and zips. The wrong attired to be having sex on the beach, yet the difficult fasteners made it all the more challenging and in turn, worth every painful delay. When the gentle sea breeze caught Emily’s nipples, they reacted quickly, each small nub growing until they’d each been captured by Naomi’s mouth.
‘Fitch fingers,’ Naomi gasped, as Emily reached a hand down between her legs causing Naomi’s whole body to judder as the slow, steady action increased in speed, pushing her over the edge.
They lay on the sand with their arms and legs tangled up together like the bed sheets after an active night’s sleep. Emily rested her head on Naomi’s chest, her forefinger circling Naomi’s nipple. Sometimes they liked to just lie there after sex, not speaking, not moving, just sharing the same space and the same time as though nothing else in the world would ever be so important again.
‘Tides due in soon,’ Naomi said, filling the silence and shifting about. Emily lifted her head and followed Naomi’s aim of gathering up their belongings. They slipped back into their clothes and wandered back towards the rocks.
Emily stepped onto the first rock and jumped across to another, a risky game she used to play with James on family holidays. A couple more rocks across and she realised a noticeable absence from behind her, she twisted around and caught sight of Naomi sat on a rock with her to her. Emily walked steadily back towards her girlfriend, a sense of foreboding keeping her balance as she rushed along.
‘What happened?’ she said, jumping down onto the sand.
‘Watch out,’ Naomi shouted, shocking her until she spotted the jelly fish on the floor beside her foot.
‘Did you get stung?’
Naomi nodded her head slowly, her eyes filling with tears as she took deep breaths. She was trying to be brave, trying to maintain a level of calm that Emily usually needed in order not to freak out. They were a team. Emily was the one who got upset and Naomi was the one who calmed her down, that’s how they worked.
‘Does it hurt?’ she asked, stepping across to Naomi’s other side where she sat on a rock and wrapped her arms around her waist.
‘Like a fucking shark bit off my foot.’
The tide had already begun its journey inwards, the waves splashing against the end of the rocks not far from where they sat. Emily placed their bags over her shoulder and gathered everything up in one hand so that her other hand was free to help Naomi.
‘I’ll fucking crush you,’ Naomi groaned, resisting Emily’s offer of a shoulder to lean on.
‘You’re not that tall,’ Emily laughed, knowing that Naomi’s mood was low. ‘I’m here if you need me, okay?’
They hobbled back across the rocks slowly with each movement painfully taken. Emily wished she could have eased the pain, or carried her back to the hotel, anything to stop her from wincing as soon as her foot touched anything. By the time they’d reached the sand on the other side of the rocks, the tide had already travelled halfway up the beach. Emily forced herself under Naomi’s shoulder, her height barely enough to help Naomi raise her foot from the floor. Sometimes she hated being short.
‘Christ,’ Naomi sighed as they rested on a bench by the road, giving her the first opportunity to analyse her sting. ‘Fucking jellyfish ruined our fucking afternoon.’
Emily cuddled up to Naomi’s side, like she’d done several times that day already, and pressed her lips lightly onto Naomi’s cheek. She stroked her other cheek with a couple of fingers and flashed a smile; anything to help cheer her up.
‘I hate it when you’re sad,’ Emily whispered, using her thumb to brush a couple of stray tears away.
‘Can we go home?’
They called a taxi which took them back to the hotel; there the owned offered some first aid and Naomi was back to hobbling along in no time.
‘Where are we going for dinner?’ Emily said as they sat on their bed watching television. Naomi stared at her as though she’d gone mad, pointing to her foot as if to emphasise the issue further. ‘What?’
‘I’m injured.’
‘That doesn’t get you out of paying for dinner,’ Emily informed her. ‘You still have money in your purse.’
‘I can’t even move,’ Naomi said, pointing to her foot again, as though it made some kind of difference. Emily nodded her head until Naomi’s lips curled up with a defeating grin.
‘I’ll grab our jackets.’
‘But,’ Naomi began to say, but Emily just shook her head and threw her jacket to her.
They went to the same restaurant they ate in on that first night, overlooking the harbour which had been lined with small outside lights ready for and up and coming street festival they were holding the week after next. The atmosphere sun had already begun setting in the distance, the orange ball hung low in the sky, not yet dipped in the water.
‘What do you want to eat?’ Naomi asked.
‘Fish and chips,’ Emily grinned, the irony not lost on her as Naomi grumbled away to herself.
They ate their meal as though they hadn’t eaten for weeks; the day’s activities had taken it out of them. Not least the sun shining down for the majority of the day. Naomi paid up, still grumbling away to herself about the lost bet, which she insisted was unfairly won.
‘You’re such a sore loser,’ Emily said, resting a hand on her cheek and kissing her lips.
They stood on the edge of the harbour as the sun made its final descent below the surface of the water. They wrapped their arms around each other until they were almost one person, staring out at the chopping waves in the distance.
‘Do we have to go home tomorrow?’ Emily whispered, her words travelling out to sea where the answer lay. Naomi squeezed her a little tighter around the waist and she snuggled further into her arms. Their holiday may have almost been over, but their lives had barely just begun.
Author: miss_peg
Disclaimer: Still doesn't belong to me.
Rating: T/M
Summary: A break in routine proves to be very enjoyable for Naomi and Emily as they head to Cornwall for a holiday.
Author Note: So I wrote another one...just another random fluffy ficlet that is in the same vein as the last one I wrote.
‘Touch me with those hands and I’ll leave you here alone whilst I go sightseeing.’
Emily didn’t need to open her eyes to know what her oh so loving girlfriend was about to do. She’d fallen victim to her wet, showered body before. At home it mattered very little because they could change the sheets, but in a hotel that changed them every other day, she didn’t fancy a night in a wet bed. No matter how much she loved Naomi.
‘How do you do that?’ Naomi said, wrapping her towel around her body and tucking it in neatly.
‘My third eye,’ Emily rolled her eyes and sat up against the headboard.
‘Is that like your Fitch fingers?’ Naomi asked, chewing on her bottom lip and staring up at Emily with wanting. She had her exactly where she wanted her. It didn’t take much to get the blonde quaking at the knees. It had become a skill that Emily had mastered. If she could gain a BA honours in teasing Naomi, she imagined she’d have a First Class degree by now, without very much effort.
‘What’s the plan for today?’
‘I thought we could go down to the harbour,’ Naomi suggested, wrapping her hair in another towel and crawling back across the bed to side beside Emily.
‘And how exactly will it have changed from our walk down there yesterday?’
In all honesty, Emily didn’t care what they did and she didn’t mind repeating the same mundane actions as long as she did it with Naomi by her side. They were in a little seaside village in the middle of Cornwall and they were together. They could have been in a grotty, cheap hotel in Spain for all it mattered. As it turned out the village was beautiful and the harbour was her favourite place to walk. When they’re driven by it on the way to the hotel, Emily had made Naomi pull over just so that she could take a photo.
‘We’re staying here for a week Emily, there’ll be plenty of times to take photos,’ Naomi had snapped, glancing at her watch as though time mattered when they were on holiday.
But Emily’s stubborn side won out, she got her photos and then they carried on driving along a back street up to the hotel’s car park. That evening they’d eaten out at a pub on the corner near to where they’d stopped and Emily had taken another dozen photos of the same view, the only difference was the sun setting in the distance.
‘We are going fishing,’ Naomi announced.
‘I’ve never been fishing in my life,’ Emily said, raising an eyebrow with doubt. ‘Do you even know how to fish?’
‘We’ll figure it out.’
The morning sun shone like it had every single day since they’d arrived. They’d lucked out on the weather, from morning until evening the sun sat high in the sky and clouds remained at a safe distance from the village. On the one day that they’d ventured away from the seaside town, it had rained. Naomi had blamed it on their change of location and they’d quickly returned to the hotel to dry off and spend an afternoon in bed.
‘Where are we getting our equipment from?’ Emily asked Naomi as they walked along the main street. Naomi held up a finger and disappeared into a shop, returning with two wooden fishing nets that reminded Emily of family holidays as a child. She laughed; Naomi’s idea of fishing had obviously been more basic than the rods and bait that Emily had envisaged.
‘What’s so funny?’
‘You expect us to catch anything using these?’
‘Why? Think we can’t catch fish using these ickle bitty nets?’ she spoke with mocking, but Emily could tell there was some seriousness in her voice. Naomi was adamant that they were going to catch fish that day.
‘I’ll pay for tonight’s dinner if I’m wrong,’ Emily offered, holding out a hand for Naomi to shake.
Naomi shrugged her shoulders, took Emily’s hand and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. The unexpected embrace caused Emily’s breath to hitch and she let go of the net which clattered down onto the pavement.
‘Be careful, or I’ll never win,’ Naomi said, a warning glance sent in Emily’s direction.
They walked down on to the small beach where a few boats lay trapped in the sand, waiting for the moment the tide would come in and allow them to serve their purpose, floating on the water. There they sat on a wall, their feet dipped into the cool sea as they rested their nets in amongst the school of tiny fish.
‘Fucking fish,’ Naomi groaned half an hour later as their nets kept coming up empty. Emily rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder, holding her net in the water with one hand as her other wrapped around Naomi’s back.
The activity had very little importance in Emily’s day that she almost fell asleep, resting against Naomi’s side. The sun sat above their heads, heat so intense that Emily didn’t feel much like moving let alone anything else. She was jerked from her near sleep by Naomi who jumped up in excitement, almost knocking Emily off the wall. She steadied herself quickly and looked up to find Naomi’s eagerness disintegrate into disappointment.
‘I caught a fucking snail, does that count?’
‘Not really,’ Emily said, chuckling at Naomi as they climbed down off the wall. The activity was over.
They stopped by a little deli on walk back up the main street where they picked up sandwiches, bottles of water and some crisps which they carried through the village towards the main beach. There they sat on the sand and ate their makeshift picnic in the shade. Emily applied fresh layers of sun cream to Naomi’s pink cheeks and forced her hat onto her head, much to Naomi’s dismay.
‘I don’t want you dying of skin cancer,’ Emily told her.
‘How very romantic darling,’ Naomi said, sarcastically as she pulled the sides of the floppy hat down around her ears. Emily smiled at her childlike behaviour and slipped a cotton t-shirt over her vest top to avoid her bright red shoulders from catching anymore sun. Her attempts to get Naomi to do the same fell on deaf ears.
Once their rubbish had been discarded into a bin, they took a walk along the sand, their toes digging into the soft, tiny fragments. Emily enjoyed the feel of the dirt between her toes, each step like walking into mud, yet her feet didn’t turn that horrible shade of black they had when she was a toddler.
‘Where are we going?’ Emily asked Naomi, as though she had all the answers. They’d always lived as a partnership, decisions were shared equally and activities were shared out between them. Emily had taken it for granted that Naomi knew she was in charge that day.
‘Err,’ she began, allowing the half-word to lengthen until her furrowed brow returned to normal and she’d made a decision about their actions. ‘Over here.’
Emily followed sceptically as they replaced their shoes and began to clamber over rocks separating the main beach from a smaller one which was empty. They walked the length of the beach several times; each time stopping at the rocks where they’d either sit down to have a rest of walk back up to the road along them. She’d never really considered what was on the other side, until Naomi turned around with a massive grin on her face.
‘I know,’ she shouted, dropping her bag and shoes onto the floor and running off up the beach towards the bottom of the cliff.
Emily retrieved Naomi’s belongings and followed, slower, with all their things. She dropped them further up the beach as Naomi’s find became apparent.
‘Cave,’ Naomi said, her short, simple sentences like that of a toddler still learning how to speak. She pointed to the small cave behind them and her eyes softened until her gaze was joined by her trademark lip tuck which gave Emily the answers to any questions she had left.
She chased Naomi into the cave entrance where they fell onto the floor, their arms and legs tangled up in at hugs which were quickly ruined by Naomi’s insistence of tickling the skin showing between Emily’s shorts and her t-shirt.
‘Fucking,’ Naomi whispered, her word emphasised as she stopped tickling Emily and started to nibble on her neck instead.
There she lay, a martyr to her girlfriend’s actions. Unable to move at first until Naomi’s thigh landed between her legs. Emily reached up, wrapped her hands around Naomi’s neck and kissed her sweet, salty lips. Her hips thrust up to meet the movement of Naomi’s leg against her inner thighs.
‘Perfect day,’ Emily said, the word falling from her mouth as her hands travelled along every inch of Naomi’s body.
They rolled over with tongues sharing kisses and fingers working their way around buttons and zips. The wrong attired to be having sex on the beach, yet the difficult fasteners made it all the more challenging and in turn, worth every painful delay. When the gentle sea breeze caught Emily’s nipples, they reacted quickly, each small nub growing until they’d each been captured by Naomi’s mouth.
‘Fitch fingers,’ Naomi gasped, as Emily reached a hand down between her legs causing Naomi’s whole body to judder as the slow, steady action increased in speed, pushing her over the edge.
They lay on the sand with their arms and legs tangled up together like the bed sheets after an active night’s sleep. Emily rested her head on Naomi’s chest, her forefinger circling Naomi’s nipple. Sometimes they liked to just lie there after sex, not speaking, not moving, just sharing the same space and the same time as though nothing else in the world would ever be so important again.
‘Tides due in soon,’ Naomi said, filling the silence and shifting about. Emily lifted her head and followed Naomi’s aim of gathering up their belongings. They slipped back into their clothes and wandered back towards the rocks.
Emily stepped onto the first rock and jumped across to another, a risky game she used to play with James on family holidays. A couple more rocks across and she realised a noticeable absence from behind her, she twisted around and caught sight of Naomi sat on a rock with her to her. Emily walked steadily back towards her girlfriend, a sense of foreboding keeping her balance as she rushed along.
‘What happened?’ she said, jumping down onto the sand.
‘Watch out,’ Naomi shouted, shocking her until she spotted the jelly fish on the floor beside her foot.
‘Did you get stung?’
Naomi nodded her head slowly, her eyes filling with tears as she took deep breaths. She was trying to be brave, trying to maintain a level of calm that Emily usually needed in order not to freak out. They were a team. Emily was the one who got upset and Naomi was the one who calmed her down, that’s how they worked.
‘Does it hurt?’ she asked, stepping across to Naomi’s other side where she sat on a rock and wrapped her arms around her waist.
‘Like a fucking shark bit off my foot.’
The tide had already begun its journey inwards, the waves splashing against the end of the rocks not far from where they sat. Emily placed their bags over her shoulder and gathered everything up in one hand so that her other hand was free to help Naomi.
‘I’ll fucking crush you,’ Naomi groaned, resisting Emily’s offer of a shoulder to lean on.
‘You’re not that tall,’ Emily laughed, knowing that Naomi’s mood was low. ‘I’m here if you need me, okay?’
They hobbled back across the rocks slowly with each movement painfully taken. Emily wished she could have eased the pain, or carried her back to the hotel, anything to stop her from wincing as soon as her foot touched anything. By the time they’d reached the sand on the other side of the rocks, the tide had already travelled halfway up the beach. Emily forced herself under Naomi’s shoulder, her height barely enough to help Naomi raise her foot from the floor. Sometimes she hated being short.
‘Christ,’ Naomi sighed as they rested on a bench by the road, giving her the first opportunity to analyse her sting. ‘Fucking jellyfish ruined our fucking afternoon.’
Emily cuddled up to Naomi’s side, like she’d done several times that day already, and pressed her lips lightly onto Naomi’s cheek. She stroked her other cheek with a couple of fingers and flashed a smile; anything to help cheer her up.
‘I hate it when you’re sad,’ Emily whispered, using her thumb to brush a couple of stray tears away.
‘Can we go home?’
They called a taxi which took them back to the hotel; there the owned offered some first aid and Naomi was back to hobbling along in no time.
‘Where are we going for dinner?’ Emily said as they sat on their bed watching television. Naomi stared at her as though she’d gone mad, pointing to her foot as if to emphasise the issue further. ‘What?’
‘I’m injured.’
‘That doesn’t get you out of paying for dinner,’ Emily informed her. ‘You still have money in your purse.’
‘I can’t even move,’ Naomi said, pointing to her foot again, as though it made some kind of difference. Emily nodded her head until Naomi’s lips curled up with a defeating grin.
‘I’ll grab our jackets.’
‘But,’ Naomi began to say, but Emily just shook her head and threw her jacket to her.
They went to the same restaurant they ate in on that first night, overlooking the harbour which had been lined with small outside lights ready for and up and coming street festival they were holding the week after next. The atmosphere sun had already begun setting in the distance, the orange ball hung low in the sky, not yet dipped in the water.
‘What do you want to eat?’ Naomi asked.
‘Fish and chips,’ Emily grinned, the irony not lost on her as Naomi grumbled away to herself.
They ate their meal as though they hadn’t eaten for weeks; the day’s activities had taken it out of them. Not least the sun shining down for the majority of the day. Naomi paid up, still grumbling away to herself about the lost bet, which she insisted was unfairly won.
‘You’re such a sore loser,’ Emily said, resting a hand on her cheek and kissing her lips.
They stood on the edge of the harbour as the sun made its final descent below the surface of the water. They wrapped their arms around each other until they were almost one person, staring out at the chopping waves in the distance.
‘Do we have to go home tomorrow?’ Emily whispered, her words travelling out to sea where the answer lay. Naomi squeezed her a little tighter around the waist and she snuggled further into her arms. Their holiday may have almost been over, but their lives had barely just begun.