Not Your Average Fairy Tale
Title: Not Your Average Fairy Tale
Author: xjekkix
Rating: R - definitely some sexy time
Word Count: 1301
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, or its characters.
Summary: Naomi's been reading chick-lit, and perhaps some femslash.
Emily walks quietly up the stairs, wanting to surprise Naomi. She leans her ear against the door but hears nothing on the other side. She hopes maybe the girl is sleeping and she can curl up next to her - in her eyes, nothing is much cuter than those barely open, morning eyes.
She opens the door quickly so that it doesn't make any creaking sounds and startles Naomi who sits reading on her bed. "Fuck!" Naomi yells and stuffs the novel-sized book inside of her top.
"What are you reading?" Emily says, suddenly curious.
"Nothing. It's nothing, Em. How did you get in?" Naomi responds, crossing her arms around the object beneath her shirt defensively.
"Do you really think I won't go in there and get it?" Emily says, a mischievous grin on her face. "And I let myself in. Your mum is asleep at the kitchen table."
Naomi rolls her eyes and can't help but giggle at Emily's first comment. She loosens the grip around her chest and retrieves the book. "Fine, but don't laugh."
Emily takes the book from her hand. The cover reads "So Your Prince Charming is Really a Cinderella?" She chuckles and sets the book down on the bed as she sits next to Naomi. "Your prince charming, eh?"
"Cinderella. Can't you read, you little shit?" Naomi says and nudges Emily's ribcage playfully.
"That's really sweet. What's it about?"
Naomi tosses the book on the floor and moves to face Emily. "Girls like me falling for girls like you."
Emily raises an eyebrow, looking at the girl with a perplexed expression. "Girls like me? What's that supposed to mean?"
Naomi smiles sweetly, leans forward and kisses Emily gently on the forehead. She stares the girl in the eye. "Beautiful girls who make a girl like me want to forget about labels and all that rubbish."
"Oh, thought you meant I was a predatory lezzy. In that case..." Emily says with a cheeky grin. She pushes herself up onto her knees and leans forward, pressing Naomi's back to her bedroom wall.
After a bit of teasing, they lock lips and roll onto the bed horizontally. Within moments of their passionate embrace, Naomi decides to take control and straddles Emily's hips and makes the girl really work for a kiss.
"So what else did that book teach you?" Emily asks, craning her neck forward for a taste of Naomi's mouth.
"Taught me that once in awhile I need to take control. Make you really want it." When Emily reaches her lips, Naomi nips lightly at the redhead's bottom lip and tugs at it. She pulls away and carefully positions herself lower down Emily's body.
"I think it's working," Emily says, sounds a bit breathless and very eager.
Naomi slides her hands beneath the girl, slowly tugging her t-shirt up and revealing a tiny glimpse of porcelain skin. "So you want it then? What is it you want?" She leaves a trail of kisses above her belly button and further up as she pushes the t-shirt further up with her teeth.
Emily feels heat burning in her cheeks, her chest and between her legs. They've barely touched and already she feels ready to burst. "I want...I want, you," she says, propping herself up on her elbows to watch the blonde girl at work. Naomi looks up at her as she lifts the t-shirt over and above her head.
Their faces are close together now and Emily reaches out for a kiss but isn't quick enough. Naomi buries her face between two snow-white breasts covered only by the sheer material of Emily's bra. She bites at the front clasp and manages to open it with her teeth. Emily continues to watch and gasps. "How the fuck'd you do that? Even I can't do that!"
Naomi winks devilishly and pushes the pesky material out of her way. She kisses just below each breast, still round and firm despite having Emily on her back. A shiver ripples through her pale stomach and her muscles contract. "You nervous?" Naomi asks, gently blowing cold air upon the girl's already hardened nipples.
Emily shakes her head vigorously and closes her eye. As much as she loves the view, anticipating the unknown seems that much more exhilarating.
She feels pieces of the blonde's hair tickle along her stomach as her lips leave quick kisses all the way down. She knows what's coming next and squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation.
A few soft fingers brush against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, beneath her skirt. She wiggles as Naomi effortlessly removes her precious day-of-the-week panties. Emily unclasps her skirt and tosses it aside, only now realizing the convenience of her clothing choice.
The same soft fingers from before venture to her warm and very moist opening. Her nerve endings are on high alert and she feels a rush from the pit of her stomach. She wants to thrust forward and take control as its her nature to be in charge with Naomi. A little power is what she misses and craves at home, in constant battle with her twin sister, but for the sake of the moment, she surrenders herself to a feeling she doesn't ever want to shake.
The blonde girl's hands barely touch the inside of Emily's kneecaps, and as though by her strong will, the redhead's legs part. She doesn't hesitate getting to her destination and for this Emily is eternally grateful.
Naomi's tongue feels like it's impossibly long, like its sprouted an extra inch or two just for this purpose. Emily doesn't remember it being so - "Oh god!" - yes, that's exactly the description she was looking for.
She moves her hips forward and back in constant motion until Naomi pins them to the bed. Realizing how serious the girl is about taking control, she wills herself to hand over all authority.
Quickly, she realizes Naomi is just as capable of creating a similar motion with just her mouth and undoubtedly is doing a better job of finding the right spots than Emily ever has on her own. Already she feels close to climax but grips the bed sheets with white knuckles trying to fight away any closure to this moment.
She is caught off guard when Naomi doesn't something she's never done before. Something that involves the curling of her tongue, flicking with the quickness of a snake and a move that remains an enigma in Emily's mind. She makes a mental note to learn it later to show Naomi how it feels to be rendered helpless.
The seconds that follow are a blur of laboured breaths as Emily tries not to scream. She remembers Naomi's mother sleeping downstairs and doesn't want to ruin this moment with thoughts of her walking in.
Every muscle in her body tenses and she feels contented in her release. Her chest rises and falls simultaneously as she tries to catch her breath. When she finally has, Naomi has curled up beside her, hands resting behind her head.
"What's really gotten in to you?" Emily asks, narrowing her eyes as she probes the blonde's peaceful expression.
"I think it's the feminist coming out in me. I rather like being a liberated woman in control," Naomi says, grinning smugly and rubbing her nose against Emily's.
"Yeah? Well, I fucking love it," Emily says, twisting her legs around Naomi's as she snuggles closer.
"Glad to hear it, Cinderella." Naomi kisses Emily softly on the top of her head and closes her eyes. Emily does the same, both exhausted and jubilant. She tries hard to fight off sleep but eventually succumbs. She yawns one last time, hoping her slumber will bring her dreams of a fairy tale comparable to the one she's currently living.
Author: xjekkix
Rating: R - definitely some sexy time
Word Count: 1301
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, or its characters.
Summary: Naomi's been reading chick-lit, and perhaps some femslash.
Emily walks quietly up the stairs, wanting to surprise Naomi. She leans her ear against the door but hears nothing on the other side. She hopes maybe the girl is sleeping and she can curl up next to her - in her eyes, nothing is much cuter than those barely open, morning eyes.
She opens the door quickly so that it doesn't make any creaking sounds and startles Naomi who sits reading on her bed. "Fuck!" Naomi yells and stuffs the novel-sized book inside of her top.
"What are you reading?" Emily says, suddenly curious.
"Nothing. It's nothing, Em. How did you get in?" Naomi responds, crossing her arms around the object beneath her shirt defensively.
"Do you really think I won't go in there and get it?" Emily says, a mischievous grin on her face. "And I let myself in. Your mum is asleep at the kitchen table."
Naomi rolls her eyes and can't help but giggle at Emily's first comment. She loosens the grip around her chest and retrieves the book. "Fine, but don't laugh."
Emily takes the book from her hand. The cover reads "So Your Prince Charming is Really a Cinderella?" She chuckles and sets the book down on the bed as she sits next to Naomi. "Your prince charming, eh?"
"Cinderella. Can't you read, you little shit?" Naomi says and nudges Emily's ribcage playfully.
"That's really sweet. What's it about?"
Naomi tosses the book on the floor and moves to face Emily. "Girls like me falling for girls like you."
Emily raises an eyebrow, looking at the girl with a perplexed expression. "Girls like me? What's that supposed to mean?"
Naomi smiles sweetly, leans forward and kisses Emily gently on the forehead. She stares the girl in the eye. "Beautiful girls who make a girl like me want to forget about labels and all that rubbish."
"Oh, thought you meant I was a predatory lezzy. In that case..." Emily says with a cheeky grin. She pushes herself up onto her knees and leans forward, pressing Naomi's back to her bedroom wall.
After a bit of teasing, they lock lips and roll onto the bed horizontally. Within moments of their passionate embrace, Naomi decides to take control and straddles Emily's hips and makes the girl really work for a kiss.
"So what else did that book teach you?" Emily asks, craning her neck forward for a taste of Naomi's mouth.
"Taught me that once in awhile I need to take control. Make you really want it." When Emily reaches her lips, Naomi nips lightly at the redhead's bottom lip and tugs at it. She pulls away and carefully positions herself lower down Emily's body.
"I think it's working," Emily says, sounds a bit breathless and very eager.
Naomi slides her hands beneath the girl, slowly tugging her t-shirt up and revealing a tiny glimpse of porcelain skin. "So you want it then? What is it you want?" She leaves a trail of kisses above her belly button and further up as she pushes the t-shirt further up with her teeth.
Emily feels heat burning in her cheeks, her chest and between her legs. They've barely touched and already she feels ready to burst. "I want...I want, you," she says, propping herself up on her elbows to watch the blonde girl at work. Naomi looks up at her as she lifts the t-shirt over and above her head.
Their faces are close together now and Emily reaches out for a kiss but isn't quick enough. Naomi buries her face between two snow-white breasts covered only by the sheer material of Emily's bra. She bites at the front clasp and manages to open it with her teeth. Emily continues to watch and gasps. "How the fuck'd you do that? Even I can't do that!"
Naomi winks devilishly and pushes the pesky material out of her way. She kisses just below each breast, still round and firm despite having Emily on her back. A shiver ripples through her pale stomach and her muscles contract. "You nervous?" Naomi asks, gently blowing cold air upon the girl's already hardened nipples.
Emily shakes her head vigorously and closes her eye. As much as she loves the view, anticipating the unknown seems that much more exhilarating.
She feels pieces of the blonde's hair tickle along her stomach as her lips leave quick kisses all the way down. She knows what's coming next and squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation.
A few soft fingers brush against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, beneath her skirt. She wiggles as Naomi effortlessly removes her precious day-of-the-week panties. Emily unclasps her skirt and tosses it aside, only now realizing the convenience of her clothing choice.
The same soft fingers from before venture to her warm and very moist opening. Her nerve endings are on high alert and she feels a rush from the pit of her stomach. She wants to thrust forward and take control as its her nature to be in charge with Naomi. A little power is what she misses and craves at home, in constant battle with her twin sister, but for the sake of the moment, she surrenders herself to a feeling she doesn't ever want to shake.
The blonde girl's hands barely touch the inside of Emily's kneecaps, and as though by her strong will, the redhead's legs part. She doesn't hesitate getting to her destination and for this Emily is eternally grateful.
Naomi's tongue feels like it's impossibly long, like its sprouted an extra inch or two just for this purpose. Emily doesn't remember it being so - "Oh god!" - yes, that's exactly the description she was looking for.
She moves her hips forward and back in constant motion until Naomi pins them to the bed. Realizing how serious the girl is about taking control, she wills herself to hand over all authority.
Quickly, she realizes Naomi is just as capable of creating a similar motion with just her mouth and undoubtedly is doing a better job of finding the right spots than Emily ever has on her own. Already she feels close to climax but grips the bed sheets with white knuckles trying to fight away any closure to this moment.
She is caught off guard when Naomi doesn't something she's never done before. Something that involves the curling of her tongue, flicking with the quickness of a snake and a move that remains an enigma in Emily's mind. She makes a mental note to learn it later to show Naomi how it feels to be rendered helpless.
The seconds that follow are a blur of laboured breaths as Emily tries not to scream. She remembers Naomi's mother sleeping downstairs and doesn't want to ruin this moment with thoughts of her walking in.
Every muscle in her body tenses and she feels contented in her release. Her chest rises and falls simultaneously as she tries to catch her breath. When she finally has, Naomi has curled up beside her, hands resting behind her head.
"What's really gotten in to you?" Emily asks, narrowing her eyes as she probes the blonde's peaceful expression.
"I think it's the feminist coming out in me. I rather like being a liberated woman in control," Naomi says, grinning smugly and rubbing her nose against Emily's.
"Yeah? Well, I fucking love it," Emily says, twisting her legs around Naomi's as she snuggles closer.
"Glad to hear it, Cinderella." Naomi kisses Emily softly on the top of her head and closes her eyes. Emily does the same, both exhausted and jubilant. She tries hard to fight off sleep but eventually succumbs. She yawns one last time, hoping her slumber will bring her dreams of a fairy tale comparable to the one she's currently living.