Oneshot!
*giggleSNORT* SO MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!, and WHAT BETTER WAY TO CELEBRATE IT THAN WITH SMUT! AMIRITE? meggie_ruth don't you even dare fucking read this or you will regret it, because well we're sisters and um AWKWARD.
Title: A Merry Naomily Christmas (OneShot)
Rating: 18 for naked times
Summary: Naomily are preparing for Christmas get a bit silly, then a bit frisky under the tree &hearts
Word Count: Lots and lots.
Oh and btw I've never written smut before so tell me what ya think. :)
“Happy Christmas.” Naomi stared at the gift tag she was writing; is that it? Those two words didn’t seem anywhere near enough to express the happiness she wished for the girl with the wide, muddy brown eyes who was sitting pen in mouth on the other side of the room. Every now and again Naomi would hear a snuffle from the short little nose that belonged to Emily Fitch, that, was now glowing as red as the light up reindeer that stood battered and wonky on the small tuft of grass at the front of the house they called “their” garden. Naomi loved Emily’s little red nose, it reminded her she was not as impenetrable as Naomi had often taken for granted that she was. Emily is vulnerable. As strong as she is, she can get hurt, and Naomi had discovered this much during the last year, this last wearisome, nonsensical year, a year she longed to wipe away. Her brow furrowed, no matter how much time had passed, or the fact she knew Emily had forgiven her, she still couldn’t suppress the feelings of taunting guilt that licked the way up her chest like icy flames. She wondered if that would ever go away, or at least get easier with time.
‘Hey, hey!’ A cushion flew towards the direction of Naomi, and buffed her lightly on the head dishevelling the hair on the side of her face a little so it stuck out at various soft blonde angles. ‘Hey!’ Emily started again. ‘You ok? Naoms?’ Naomi turned her head and slowly looked at her as if to say ‘”You threw a fucking cushion at me what do you think?” Emily just smirked towards Naomi’s stern gaze not in the least intimidated by Naomi’s feigned annoyance. Instead Emily slipped off the couch, the pen still sat between her coyly smiling lips. She began to make her way towards Naomi on her hands and knees, slowly, seductively accentuating the movement of her hips. She stopped short of Naomi’s face that was, rather admirably, still firmly set in a slight scowl, even though inside she could feel her resolve crumbling as it seemed to head south and pooled together, swimming in her lower belly, making Naomi feel a little giddy, maybe a bit drunk, and most certainly less in control of herself than she was before, like she always felt when Emily moved close to her. Naomi’s eyes betrayed her and she glanced from Emily’s adoring eyes to her lips briefly. Emily’s smile grew a little wider and Naomi snorted a little as she cracked into a giggle. Emily body shook with giggling too and she let the pen fall from her mouth, she looked back up towards Naomi’s eyes as her amusement subsided, and when she looked back at her the tone changed. Naomi looked back towards her eyes blinking and Emily moved her face closer bridging the gap and placing a sweet, gentle kiss upon Naomi’s lips.
‘Mmmm’ Naomi hummed, ‘that’s nice’ and Naomi heard Emily hum in agreement, but she did not move to kiss her again. Naomi opened her eyes somewhat reluctantly, she had hoped Emily would continue, she had hoped they could abandon gift wrapping for people Naomi really didn’t even want to be giving gifts too for a passionate roll around the floor, getting selotape fastened in their hair and ripping splices of the feeble wrapping paper that lay here, there and everywhere around, but Emily had moved away and was making a move to stand. Naomi’s mouth opened slightly as she started to whine from her position on the floor, but Emily’s voice, slightly more nasal with cold, cut over hers as she turned and crossed her arms. Naomi fleetingly felt for a second like a petulant child in this position sat on the floor looking up towards a higher voice not reprimanding but serious.
“So what’s the matter? Something’s wrong with you this evening. You‘re too quiet, you don‘t like to be quiet. I haven‘t heard one single Jesus Christ” Her expression was soft, concerned, loving. Naomi could see in Emily’s face that she wanted nothing more than to help whatever was plaguing Naomi’s mind, and her heart clenched a little, a little panicked. She had she supposed been quiet, she had been thinking about the past and she should she supposed share with Emily, but then it was Christmas, their first Christmas together - no it wasn’t their first, but it was the first which would be happy. A Christmas which Naomi wouldn’t have to see Emily break down in tears. Naomi didn’t want to remind Emily, or bring any lingering pain back to the surface. If Naomi was still occasionally laden with guilt then surely Emily would still be hurt in some way too.
“Um nothing.” Snark evident in her voice, boarding on rude in a way a lot of words that came from Naomi;s lips sounded. But she softened as she always did around Emily now.
“Except perhaps that I have plans to take you right there underneath the Christmas tree and so far I haven’t even got my hand up your shirt” She had pointed to a space on the floor that Naomi had purposely left free of scattered gifts, unwritten cards and decorations that littered the rest of the carpet. “You…. are too far away” and sitting on her knees Naomi shuffled over and wrapped her arms round Emily’s legs and hugged them making Emily sway a little. Naomi’s head rested against Emily’s stomach her shirt had risen a little and the skin of her midriff was cool against Naomi’s cheek. “Makeeee my Christmas dream come true Emily” her tone was jokingly pleading at the cheese she felt roll out her mouth, she almost added she had been such a good girl this year, but she bit her lip, stopping herself, perhaps not she thought. She felt Emily’s fingers weave into her hair, slipping smoothly between the locks.
“Oh I see, well I don‘t know” Naomi’s stomach relaxed a little Emily was playing along, for now at least. Serious talks could be kept for another time, it was Christmas, it was about love, it was about Jesus, Naomi’s favourite curse. ,Ok she may not believe, but she loved to say the word and hell singing it in carols was good too. “I mean Naomi…” Her hand ran down through Naomi’s hair and cupped her cheek tipping it towards her “..just look at all these gifts…. I mean look” she motioned across the room with her head “There’s Katie’s new Leopard print shirt, unwrapped, what will she say if it ends up ripped again?” But Naomi wasn’t paying all of her attention to Emily’s words, but instead on the sneaky hand she had let leave their position curled around Emily’s legs and which was now ruffling Emily’s skirt upwards on one side as it groped her bum, then higher still to the waistband of Emily’s dark blue tights hooking in her fingers and tugging just a little to make it clear what she wanted.
“I thought” Naomi paused her fingers playing with Emily’s tights “she already had one - why on Earth would she need another? Anyway she pretty much walks round in underwear now - easy access all that.” And she smirked up towards Emily who snorted laughing and brought one hand round her back to find Naomi’s wandering one and dislodging it from place. “well if you’re going to mock my sister….”
“No……no no no” and she gripped Emily’s legs tighter “In fact why don’t you remind me exactly why Katie needs another?” And she then used her strength to pull Emily on top of her, which from their position was really not very sensible, or sexy, in fact Emily had ended up tipped head first on to the carpet squealing and Naomi’s face was met with Emily’s body smacking on top of her. Her nose seared with pain that sticking out of her face had taken the brunt of the weight Emily had landed upon her.
“Naomi what the fuck are you doing” she squealed, excitedly and she wriggled down Naomi’s body till they were finally face to face again, both of them laughing together, happily Emily bowing her head as she snickered into Naomi’s neck.
“oh JESUS didn’t go quite as I expected” Naomi breathed laughing. Emily tipped her face up just slightly so Naomi could see her muddy brown orbs gleaming over the brim of her panging nose
“You think?” Emily collapsed her head back down onto the top of Naomi’s chest, which didn’t stay there long as Naomi snaked her hands up to her head and bought their gaze back together.
“Are you ok Ems, you’ve not hurt yourself?” And Emily smiled softly, adoringly back at Naomi and lightly shook her head.
“No, but…” and Emily scrambled up a little higher till again her face was above Naomi’s and she planted her arms either side of Naomi’s head to bring most of her weight away from her body. “…You have.” Her voice was soft, husky concerned and she brought her right hand to Naomi’s nose and dabbed her middle finger along the philtrum, which Naomi now felt had something warm and heavily wet there, it must be blood. Naomi focused though not upon her injury but Emily, who was looking at the red splodge on her finger, anxiety etched on her features at the deep red that wasn’t meant to be seen, should never be seen not coming from Naomi. “I’m sorry” she breathed, and she wiped the rest of the blood that had mingled at the bottom of Naomi’s nose with the back of her right hand, which caused a dull throb to travel from Naomi’s nose for a split second as Emily’s hand nudged the tender injury that while had stopped bleeding was still feeling rather uncomfortable, like it was now a foreign body invading her face, and Naomi was sure she couldn’t really breathe from it now, perhaps it was broken, but it didn’t matter, because Emily was there making it better, making her feel warm, loved.
“Don’t be I’m not hurt.” Then she grinned at Emily “Besides, now we’re even” Emily’s face contorted confused she looked quizzical. Naomi could see the thought process in Emily’s brain running through memories as if trying to remember a time Naomi had ever physically injured her, but Naomi made everything clear by tapping Emily’s own nose with her index finger just lightly letting it linger slightly, as she bit her lip. “Now my nose is as red as yours Rudolph.” And Naomi finally leaned up and caught Emily’s lips with her own softly, her hand moving to the side of Emily’s face her thumb caressing in a circular rhythm as she kissed her like she had wanted to. Deepening the kiss as her lips parted and let Emily’s tongue plunder into her mouth hungrily, always so hungry. It never failed to surprise Naomi that Emily could after all this time, after everything that had happened, want her as much as she had that distant night at the lake, if not want her even more, and she sighed into Emily’s mouth as she let her hands slip back down to the top of Emily’s tights which still had to fulfil the mission they had started 5 minutes ago and were still eager to find flesh rather than material. Emily’s own hands had melded into Naomi’s hair reluctant to make things go any faster, but putting up no resistance to Naomi’s advancing hands, which had found their way underneath her tights and were caressing her bottom quite roughly. Emily broke the kiss giggling
“We’re really going to do this beneath the tree?” And she sat up straddling Naomi’s waist. Naomi’s hands hadn’t moved, Emily was beamingly playfully down at her.
“You know me Ems, fuck convention! Mistletoe it’s overrated, It’s not as if it’s the first time…” and she removed her right hand, running it inside Emily’s shirt up the length of her spine, feeling each bumpy ridge carefully, her tone more serious now as her mind was caught up in remembering Emily, the forest, those first shy moments by the fire “anyway we’re not technically under the tree, kinda to the side….we can’t really get under it, but here just here, it’s nice, you can smell it, the pine. I‘d like to associate that smell with being with you” Emily said nothing, she fixed her gaze onto Naomi’s eyes and watched them darken as she reached her hands round her back and undid the clasp of her bra making a show of taking it off teasingly, and then throwing it across the room to rest amongst the clutter of festive waste they’d abandoned and forgotten about. Naomi sat up her hands finding Emily’s waist resting either side, still looking into Emily’s wishing she could somehow express everything she felt through them. If they were indeed the windows of the soul, she wanted Emily to see through, see each and every part of her, how she would willingly give herself over to Emily in any way. Naomi was sure when Emily bought their lips together again languidly that she knew, she always knew, so Naomi pushed her thoughts as far to the back of her mind as she could. Now was time for her to just drown in a feeling only Emily could bestow upon and she lowered her head and took one of Emily’s hard awaiting nipples into her mouth flicking her tongue against the tip of the rosy bud. Emily arched her back towards Naomi’s mouth in answer, curling her hands into Naomi’s hair, then running them down her shoulders, to her waist, finding the hem of Naomi’s tee, her hands trying to roughly pull it upwards scrabbling against the skin of Naomi’s back who continued to attend generously to Emily’s breasts. Soft lips, swirling tongue a nip once or twice Emily gasped at in surprise, and wrenched Naomi’s mouth from her, bending down into a hurried kiss before pulling away once more and finally freeing Naomi’s body from her shirt.
“God you look better now” Naomi’s eyebrows quirked upwards in surprise her tone in mock sadness
“You don’t like my shirt?” Emily was pushing her back down to the floor.
“It’s got a flying blue cock on it…..no.” She moved her mouth to the almost bare skin of Naomi’s neck feeling the small cool metal of the thin gold chain that hung there against her lips, it kept Naomi from being totally topless. She kissed it and then trailed her lips up the curve of Naomi’s skin stopping below her ear.
“But…fuck” Naomi breathed in “It’s a VIVIENNE WESTWOOD.” Emily could feel Naomi’s hands move from the place on her lower back and she could tell Naomi despite the situation had momentarily thrown her arms up in exasperation. Emily smiled against her skin, Naomi was always being so ‘Naomi’. Her lips found Naomi’s ear and she whispered low into it;
“Shut …the.. fuck.. up” And she thrust her thigh up between Naomi‘s, who clenched her eyes shut relishing the simple feeling of entangling herself into a messy knot with Emily, limbs curling round each other, moving together in all the right ways. Too many clothes though, still way too many clothes, and Naomi searched around for Emily’s hand lacing their fingers together, bringing it down between them.
“My jeans unbutton them” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t an order, it was just what she needed so Emily flicked the button open with ease and pushed her hand in between the gap of skin and jeans, the zip giving way to the force of Emily’s hand as it pushed down a little, coming to a stop over Naomi’s knickers, which were warm and damp against Emily’s fingers. She slowly stroked them up and down feeling the material against Naomi’s sensitive skin. Naomi moaned slightly one hand still hovering above the waistband of her jeans, she moved it to Emily’s tights, but Emily pushed her hand against her a little stronger
“Not yet, don’t Naoms, not yet” Naomi didn’t protest and she moved her arm to curl round Emily’s shoulder, while Emily hand brushed Naomi’s knickers to one side and she felt the warmth essences of Naomi slip against her fingers.
Emily felt her insides burn, she loved, it, touching Naomi like this, feeling Naomi react to her, to see how Naomi naturally responded to her it struck her as amazing every time, every single time. Emily mused the idea of taking her mouth and parting Naomi’s lips to dip in her tongue, taste, lap, hear the sounds of Naomi’s approval and enjoy she found, the slight pain as Naomi tugged violently at her hair trying to push in some way closer to her as she came, but Emily wanted to hold her closer, feel her whole body move against her, so this would do where they were now. Emily removed her hand kissing Naomi as she did so before leaning back to say “I’m going to need take off your knickers.” She was smirking naughtily.
Naomi looked disbelievingly at her as if to say ‘No shit Sherlock’ and lifted her arse a little from the carpet so Emily could pull off her jeans and then the flimsy material of Naomi’s lady boxers down at a pace much slower than Naomi would like, but seemed to fill Emily with a perverse pleasure. Naked now Naomi was naked, and despite Emily’s emanating body heat, she felt a slight chill. Well no she was wrong, there were her Rudolph socks on her feet. Emily had brought and insisted Naomi wore them over the festive period. She had taken it upon herself to be Naomi’s ghost of Christmas, past, present and future to rid her of her scrooge like ways, and yet Naomi knew Emily had already been that person slowly defrosting her icy ways for many years now. She felt her body flow with warmth at that thought, and as she felt Emily’s body settle back on top of her she felt warmer still.
“Merry Christmas” Emily uttered and she slipped a single finger inside Naomi, who was more than ready for her, so she added a second feeling around the very self of Naomi. Warm and soft, warm and soft only for Emily. She pushed her fingers as far she could probing, curling, before retracting slightly then repeating her action, eliciting a slight moan from Naomi, her hips starting to move along with her, legs wrapped around Emily’s slipping every so often against the tights she had spectacularly failed to remove earlier. Emily’s lips found hers chastely then latched to Naomi’s neck, as her thumb which had been hovering ever so slightly above Naomi’s swollen clit, lowered so she could graze it agonisingly softly as she worked her fingers inside her. Naomi’s eyes were clenched shut, she could feel a gathering fire prickling inside her, burning, aching for more, more contact more pressure, god she would love some pressure, she tried to thrust herself up more against Emily’s hand, who getting the message pressed her thumb a little firmer against her, stroking and rolling losing rhythm with her working fingers. Naomi cared only on the feeling blazing inside her, making her writhe underneath Emily, against the bloody carpet that was fucking going to have left burns in the morning. One hand knotting into Emily’s hair, lust, like she was somehow holding the embodiment of it in her hands, blood red streaming through her fingers. Naomi bit down on her lip letting herself feel everything she could before she had to breathe, momentarily wondering what it would be like to have Emily’s free hand wrap round her throat choking her, she felt her clit twitch a little harder at the thought of doing something so fucking dangerous, but in the heat of everything would be so fucking amazing. God what she might even consider doing with Emily, she let out a cry as she felt Emily’s teeth sink ever so slightly into the nape of her neck.
“Emi…ly god Ems” She knew she was close, she felt so wound up, her insides blazing, a current, molten electric coursing through her. She felt the familiar warmth seem to gather like a storm inside her, sweat dripping from her skin, fire raining inside her. Naomi’s body jolted, she began to shudder crashing, crashing her whole body crashing into nothing. “Ems……. Emily” she let escape her lips as she came, and she felt rather than heard Emily breathe the words 'I love you' into her ear. And then calm, her body still, her breathing regulating. Naomi opened eyes to find Emily’s, who’s expression was that of awe, her face a little flushed and smiling as if she was seeing Naomi come for her for the first time all over again. Naomi moved her head side to side lazily.
“I fcking love you…. Fcking love you more than fcking, fcking” Emily guffawed at Naomi eloquence.
“That’s a fcking lot then” Naomi nodded,
“Yes it is” and she leaned up and kissed her, ignoring the discomfort oh her tender nose bumping into Emily's cold wet one. She tried to roll them over, but Emily wasn’t playing. Instead she pulled away
“No, nah no” Naomi was still trying to capture her lips. “Naomi” and she pushed herself up and off of the bemused reindeer socked girl on the floor.
“Urmm Ems, isn’t this a two way thing? Last time I checked it was” Naomi had sat up leaning backwards on her hands, Emily stared at her breasts her eyes tempted.
“Yuh well just a sec” And Emily crossed the room, she bent down and Naomi admired her small little arse which was irritatingly still clad in tights. Emily turned back to face her, Katie’s shirt clasped in her hand.
“Oh for fucks sake, you’re abandoning me here naked, to wrap that piece of shit?” Emily’s face displayed nothing.
“No” and then she slipped the shirt on “You were going to remind me what happened to the other one, so we have to do it right” She smirked deviously buttoning she shirt up to show just the right amount of cleavage. Naomi’s eyes were fixed, the storm that had quelled in her not long ago stirring once more inside, her throat suddenly dry. Not moving her gaze from Emily’s breasts she spoke “Well what about Katie……her present.” And Emily moved towards her.
”….She can have a book token” And Naomi burst into laughter as she pulled Emily back down to the floor.
Title: A Merry Naomily Christmas (OneShot)
Rating: 18 for naked times
Summary: Naomily are preparing for Christmas get a bit silly, then a bit frisky under the tree &hearts
Word Count: Lots and lots.
Oh and btw I've never written smut before so tell me what ya think. :)
“Happy Christmas.” Naomi stared at the gift tag she was writing; is that it? Those two words didn’t seem anywhere near enough to express the happiness she wished for the girl with the wide, muddy brown eyes who was sitting pen in mouth on the other side of the room. Every now and again Naomi would hear a snuffle from the short little nose that belonged to Emily Fitch, that, was now glowing as red as the light up reindeer that stood battered and wonky on the small tuft of grass at the front of the house they called “their” garden. Naomi loved Emily’s little red nose, it reminded her she was not as impenetrable as Naomi had often taken for granted that she was. Emily is vulnerable. As strong as she is, she can get hurt, and Naomi had discovered this much during the last year, this last wearisome, nonsensical year, a year she longed to wipe away. Her brow furrowed, no matter how much time had passed, or the fact she knew Emily had forgiven her, she still couldn’t suppress the feelings of taunting guilt that licked the way up her chest like icy flames. She wondered if that would ever go away, or at least get easier with time.
‘Hey, hey!’ A cushion flew towards the direction of Naomi, and buffed her lightly on the head dishevelling the hair on the side of her face a little so it stuck out at various soft blonde angles. ‘Hey!’ Emily started again. ‘You ok? Naoms?’ Naomi turned her head and slowly looked at her as if to say ‘”You threw a fucking cushion at me what do you think?” Emily just smirked towards Naomi’s stern gaze not in the least intimidated by Naomi’s feigned annoyance. Instead Emily slipped off the couch, the pen still sat between her coyly smiling lips. She began to make her way towards Naomi on her hands and knees, slowly, seductively accentuating the movement of her hips. She stopped short of Naomi’s face that was, rather admirably, still firmly set in a slight scowl, even though inside she could feel her resolve crumbling as it seemed to head south and pooled together, swimming in her lower belly, making Naomi feel a little giddy, maybe a bit drunk, and most certainly less in control of herself than she was before, like she always felt when Emily moved close to her. Naomi’s eyes betrayed her and she glanced from Emily’s adoring eyes to her lips briefly. Emily’s smile grew a little wider and Naomi snorted a little as she cracked into a giggle. Emily body shook with giggling too and she let the pen fall from her mouth, she looked back up towards Naomi’s eyes as her amusement subsided, and when she looked back at her the tone changed. Naomi looked back towards her eyes blinking and Emily moved her face closer bridging the gap and placing a sweet, gentle kiss upon Naomi’s lips.
‘Mmmm’ Naomi hummed, ‘that’s nice’ and Naomi heard Emily hum in agreement, but she did not move to kiss her again. Naomi opened her eyes somewhat reluctantly, she had hoped Emily would continue, she had hoped they could abandon gift wrapping for people Naomi really didn’t even want to be giving gifts too for a passionate roll around the floor, getting selotape fastened in their hair and ripping splices of the feeble wrapping paper that lay here, there and everywhere around, but Emily had moved away and was making a move to stand. Naomi’s mouth opened slightly as she started to whine from her position on the floor, but Emily’s voice, slightly more nasal with cold, cut over hers as she turned and crossed her arms. Naomi fleetingly felt for a second like a petulant child in this position sat on the floor looking up towards a higher voice not reprimanding but serious.
“So what’s the matter? Something’s wrong with you this evening. You‘re too quiet, you don‘t like to be quiet. I haven‘t heard one single Jesus Christ” Her expression was soft, concerned, loving. Naomi could see in Emily’s face that she wanted nothing more than to help whatever was plaguing Naomi’s mind, and her heart clenched a little, a little panicked. She had she supposed been quiet, she had been thinking about the past and she should she supposed share with Emily, but then it was Christmas, their first Christmas together - no it wasn’t their first, but it was the first which would be happy. A Christmas which Naomi wouldn’t have to see Emily break down in tears. Naomi didn’t want to remind Emily, or bring any lingering pain back to the surface. If Naomi was still occasionally laden with guilt then surely Emily would still be hurt in some way too.
“Um nothing.” Snark evident in her voice, boarding on rude in a way a lot of words that came from Naomi;s lips sounded. But she softened as she always did around Emily now.
“Except perhaps that I have plans to take you right there underneath the Christmas tree and so far I haven’t even got my hand up your shirt” She had pointed to a space on the floor that Naomi had purposely left free of scattered gifts, unwritten cards and decorations that littered the rest of the carpet. “You…. are too far away” and sitting on her knees Naomi shuffled over and wrapped her arms round Emily’s legs and hugged them making Emily sway a little. Naomi’s head rested against Emily’s stomach her shirt had risen a little and the skin of her midriff was cool against Naomi’s cheek. “Makeeee my Christmas dream come true Emily” her tone was jokingly pleading at the cheese she felt roll out her mouth, she almost added she had been such a good girl this year, but she bit her lip, stopping herself, perhaps not she thought. She felt Emily’s fingers weave into her hair, slipping smoothly between the locks.
“Oh I see, well I don‘t know” Naomi’s stomach relaxed a little Emily was playing along, for now at least. Serious talks could be kept for another time, it was Christmas, it was about love, it was about Jesus, Naomi’s favourite curse. ,Ok she may not believe, but she loved to say the word and hell singing it in carols was good too. “I mean Naomi…” Her hand ran down through Naomi’s hair and cupped her cheek tipping it towards her “..just look at all these gifts…. I mean look” she motioned across the room with her head “There’s Katie’s new Leopard print shirt, unwrapped, what will she say if it ends up ripped again?” But Naomi wasn’t paying all of her attention to Emily’s words, but instead on the sneaky hand she had let leave their position curled around Emily’s legs and which was now ruffling Emily’s skirt upwards on one side as it groped her bum, then higher still to the waistband of Emily’s dark blue tights hooking in her fingers and tugging just a little to make it clear what she wanted.
“I thought” Naomi paused her fingers playing with Emily’s tights “she already had one - why on Earth would she need another? Anyway she pretty much walks round in underwear now - easy access all that.” And she smirked up towards Emily who snorted laughing and brought one hand round her back to find Naomi’s wandering one and dislodging it from place. “well if you’re going to mock my sister….”
“No……no no no” and she gripped Emily’s legs tighter “In fact why don’t you remind me exactly why Katie needs another?” And she then used her strength to pull Emily on top of her, which from their position was really not very sensible, or sexy, in fact Emily had ended up tipped head first on to the carpet squealing and Naomi’s face was met with Emily’s body smacking on top of her. Her nose seared with pain that sticking out of her face had taken the brunt of the weight Emily had landed upon her.
“Naomi what the fuck are you doing” she squealed, excitedly and she wriggled down Naomi’s body till they were finally face to face again, both of them laughing together, happily Emily bowing her head as she snickered into Naomi’s neck.
“oh JESUS didn’t go quite as I expected” Naomi breathed laughing. Emily tipped her face up just slightly so Naomi could see her muddy brown orbs gleaming over the brim of her panging nose
“You think?” Emily collapsed her head back down onto the top of Naomi’s chest, which didn’t stay there long as Naomi snaked her hands up to her head and bought their gaze back together.
“Are you ok Ems, you’ve not hurt yourself?” And Emily smiled softly, adoringly back at Naomi and lightly shook her head.
“No, but…” and Emily scrambled up a little higher till again her face was above Naomi’s and she planted her arms either side of Naomi’s head to bring most of her weight away from her body. “…You have.” Her voice was soft, husky concerned and she brought her right hand to Naomi’s nose and dabbed her middle finger along the philtrum, which Naomi now felt had something warm and heavily wet there, it must be blood. Naomi focused though not upon her injury but Emily, who was looking at the red splodge on her finger, anxiety etched on her features at the deep red that wasn’t meant to be seen, should never be seen not coming from Naomi. “I’m sorry” she breathed, and she wiped the rest of the blood that had mingled at the bottom of Naomi’s nose with the back of her right hand, which caused a dull throb to travel from Naomi’s nose for a split second as Emily’s hand nudged the tender injury that while had stopped bleeding was still feeling rather uncomfortable, like it was now a foreign body invading her face, and Naomi was sure she couldn’t really breathe from it now, perhaps it was broken, but it didn’t matter, because Emily was there making it better, making her feel warm, loved.
“Don’t be I’m not hurt.” Then she grinned at Emily “Besides, now we’re even” Emily’s face contorted confused she looked quizzical. Naomi could see the thought process in Emily’s brain running through memories as if trying to remember a time Naomi had ever physically injured her, but Naomi made everything clear by tapping Emily’s own nose with her index finger just lightly letting it linger slightly, as she bit her lip. “Now my nose is as red as yours Rudolph.” And Naomi finally leaned up and caught Emily’s lips with her own softly, her hand moving to the side of Emily’s face her thumb caressing in a circular rhythm as she kissed her like she had wanted to. Deepening the kiss as her lips parted and let Emily’s tongue plunder into her mouth hungrily, always so hungry. It never failed to surprise Naomi that Emily could after all this time, after everything that had happened, want her as much as she had that distant night at the lake, if not want her even more, and she sighed into Emily’s mouth as she let her hands slip back down to the top of Emily’s tights which still had to fulfil the mission they had started 5 minutes ago and were still eager to find flesh rather than material. Emily’s own hands had melded into Naomi’s hair reluctant to make things go any faster, but putting up no resistance to Naomi’s advancing hands, which had found their way underneath her tights and were caressing her bottom quite roughly. Emily broke the kiss giggling
“We’re really going to do this beneath the tree?” And she sat up straddling Naomi’s waist. Naomi’s hands hadn’t moved, Emily was beamingly playfully down at her.
“You know me Ems, fuck convention! Mistletoe it’s overrated, It’s not as if it’s the first time…” and she removed her right hand, running it inside Emily’s shirt up the length of her spine, feeling each bumpy ridge carefully, her tone more serious now as her mind was caught up in remembering Emily, the forest, those first shy moments by the fire “anyway we’re not technically under the tree, kinda to the side….we can’t really get under it, but here just here, it’s nice, you can smell it, the pine. I‘d like to associate that smell with being with you” Emily said nothing, she fixed her gaze onto Naomi’s eyes and watched them darken as she reached her hands round her back and undid the clasp of her bra making a show of taking it off teasingly, and then throwing it across the room to rest amongst the clutter of festive waste they’d abandoned and forgotten about. Naomi sat up her hands finding Emily’s waist resting either side, still looking into Emily’s wishing she could somehow express everything she felt through them. If they were indeed the windows of the soul, she wanted Emily to see through, see each and every part of her, how she would willingly give herself over to Emily in any way. Naomi was sure when Emily bought their lips together again languidly that she knew, she always knew, so Naomi pushed her thoughts as far to the back of her mind as she could. Now was time for her to just drown in a feeling only Emily could bestow upon and she lowered her head and took one of Emily’s hard awaiting nipples into her mouth flicking her tongue against the tip of the rosy bud. Emily arched her back towards Naomi’s mouth in answer, curling her hands into Naomi’s hair, then running them down her shoulders, to her waist, finding the hem of Naomi’s tee, her hands trying to roughly pull it upwards scrabbling against the skin of Naomi’s back who continued to attend generously to Emily’s breasts. Soft lips, swirling tongue a nip once or twice Emily gasped at in surprise, and wrenched Naomi’s mouth from her, bending down into a hurried kiss before pulling away once more and finally freeing Naomi’s body from her shirt.
“God you look better now” Naomi’s eyebrows quirked upwards in surprise her tone in mock sadness
“You don’t like my shirt?” Emily was pushing her back down to the floor.
“It’s got a flying blue cock on it…..no.” She moved her mouth to the almost bare skin of Naomi’s neck feeling the small cool metal of the thin gold chain that hung there against her lips, it kept Naomi from being totally topless. She kissed it and then trailed her lips up the curve of Naomi’s skin stopping below her ear.
“But…fuck” Naomi breathed in “It’s a VIVIENNE WESTWOOD.” Emily could feel Naomi’s hands move from the place on her lower back and she could tell Naomi despite the situation had momentarily thrown her arms up in exasperation. Emily smiled against her skin, Naomi was always being so ‘Naomi’. Her lips found Naomi’s ear and she whispered low into it;
“Shut …the.. fuck.. up” And she thrust her thigh up between Naomi‘s, who clenched her eyes shut relishing the simple feeling of entangling herself into a messy knot with Emily, limbs curling round each other, moving together in all the right ways. Too many clothes though, still way too many clothes, and Naomi searched around for Emily’s hand lacing their fingers together, bringing it down between them.
“My jeans unbutton them” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t an order, it was just what she needed so Emily flicked the button open with ease and pushed her hand in between the gap of skin and jeans, the zip giving way to the force of Emily’s hand as it pushed down a little, coming to a stop over Naomi’s knickers, which were warm and damp against Emily’s fingers. She slowly stroked them up and down feeling the material against Naomi’s sensitive skin. Naomi moaned slightly one hand still hovering above the waistband of her jeans, she moved it to Emily’s tights, but Emily pushed her hand against her a little stronger
“Not yet, don’t Naoms, not yet” Naomi didn’t protest and she moved her arm to curl round Emily’s shoulder, while Emily hand brushed Naomi’s knickers to one side and she felt the warmth essences of Naomi slip against her fingers.
Emily felt her insides burn, she loved, it, touching Naomi like this, feeling Naomi react to her, to see how Naomi naturally responded to her it struck her as amazing every time, every single time. Emily mused the idea of taking her mouth and parting Naomi’s lips to dip in her tongue, taste, lap, hear the sounds of Naomi’s approval and enjoy she found, the slight pain as Naomi tugged violently at her hair trying to push in some way closer to her as she came, but Emily wanted to hold her closer, feel her whole body move against her, so this would do where they were now. Emily removed her hand kissing Naomi as she did so before leaning back to say “I’m going to need take off your knickers.” She was smirking naughtily.
Naomi looked disbelievingly at her as if to say ‘No shit Sherlock’ and lifted her arse a little from the carpet so Emily could pull off her jeans and then the flimsy material of Naomi’s lady boxers down at a pace much slower than Naomi would like, but seemed to fill Emily with a perverse pleasure. Naked now Naomi was naked, and despite Emily’s emanating body heat, she felt a slight chill. Well no she was wrong, there were her Rudolph socks on her feet. Emily had brought and insisted Naomi wore them over the festive period. She had taken it upon herself to be Naomi’s ghost of Christmas, past, present and future to rid her of her scrooge like ways, and yet Naomi knew Emily had already been that person slowly defrosting her icy ways for many years now. She felt her body flow with warmth at that thought, and as she felt Emily’s body settle back on top of her she felt warmer still.
“Merry Christmas” Emily uttered and she slipped a single finger inside Naomi, who was more than ready for her, so she added a second feeling around the very self of Naomi. Warm and soft, warm and soft only for Emily. She pushed her fingers as far she could probing, curling, before retracting slightly then repeating her action, eliciting a slight moan from Naomi, her hips starting to move along with her, legs wrapped around Emily’s slipping every so often against the tights she had spectacularly failed to remove earlier. Emily’s lips found hers chastely then latched to Naomi’s neck, as her thumb which had been hovering ever so slightly above Naomi’s swollen clit, lowered so she could graze it agonisingly softly as she worked her fingers inside her. Naomi’s eyes were clenched shut, she could feel a gathering fire prickling inside her, burning, aching for more, more contact more pressure, god she would love some pressure, she tried to thrust herself up more against Emily’s hand, who getting the message pressed her thumb a little firmer against her, stroking and rolling losing rhythm with her working fingers. Naomi cared only on the feeling blazing inside her, making her writhe underneath Emily, against the bloody carpet that was fucking going to have left burns in the morning. One hand knotting into Emily’s hair, lust, like she was somehow holding the embodiment of it in her hands, blood red streaming through her fingers. Naomi bit down on her lip letting herself feel everything she could before she had to breathe, momentarily wondering what it would be like to have Emily’s free hand wrap round her throat choking her, she felt her clit twitch a little harder at the thought of doing something so fucking dangerous, but in the heat of everything would be so fucking amazing. God what she might even consider doing with Emily, she let out a cry as she felt Emily’s teeth sink ever so slightly into the nape of her neck.
“Emi…ly god Ems” She knew she was close, she felt so wound up, her insides blazing, a current, molten electric coursing through her. She felt the familiar warmth seem to gather like a storm inside her, sweat dripping from her skin, fire raining inside her. Naomi’s body jolted, she began to shudder crashing, crashing her whole body crashing into nothing. “Ems……. Emily” she let escape her lips as she came, and she felt rather than heard Emily breathe the words 'I love you' into her ear. And then calm, her body still, her breathing regulating. Naomi opened eyes to find Emily’s, who’s expression was that of awe, her face a little flushed and smiling as if she was seeing Naomi come for her for the first time all over again. Naomi moved her head side to side lazily.
“I fcking love you…. Fcking love you more than fcking, fcking” Emily guffawed at Naomi eloquence.
“That’s a fcking lot then” Naomi nodded,
“Yes it is” and she leaned up and kissed her, ignoring the discomfort oh her tender nose bumping into Emily's cold wet one. She tried to roll them over, but Emily wasn’t playing. Instead she pulled away
“No, nah no” Naomi was still trying to capture her lips. “Naomi” and she pushed herself up and off of the bemused reindeer socked girl on the floor.
“Urmm Ems, isn’t this a two way thing? Last time I checked it was” Naomi had sat up leaning backwards on her hands, Emily stared at her breasts her eyes tempted.
“Yuh well just a sec” And Emily crossed the room, she bent down and Naomi admired her small little arse which was irritatingly still clad in tights. Emily turned back to face her, Katie’s shirt clasped in her hand.
“Oh for fucks sake, you’re abandoning me here naked, to wrap that piece of shit?” Emily’s face displayed nothing.
“No” and then she slipped the shirt on “You were going to remind me what happened to the other one, so we have to do it right” She smirked deviously buttoning she shirt up to show just the right amount of cleavage. Naomi’s eyes were fixed, the storm that had quelled in her not long ago stirring once more inside, her throat suddenly dry. Not moving her gaze from Emily’s breasts she spoke “Well what about Katie……her present.” And Emily moved towards her.
”….She can have a book token” And Naomi burst into laughter as she pulled Emily back down to the floor.