Family Affair (Part 4)
Title: Family Affair (Part 4)
Author: xjekkix
Rating: R - explicit sexual content
Word Count: 798
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, or its characters.
Summary: Naomi and Emily go to a family reunion.
At first Naomi jumps at every little sound, each time covering Emily’s mouth with a hand to silence her sweet whispers.
The sound of her own zipper giving way instead sounds like a high-powered chainsaw; the snap of the elastic band on her panties like a crack of thunder, the sound of Emily’s throaty moans as loud as blood-curdling screams - no, wait, that’s her.
In an instant, the world as she knows it falls away, replaced by paradise in the form of Emily’s gentle strokes.
It’s never felt like this, like she can’t possibly concentrate on anything but the sensational feeling in the pit of her stomach and between her legs.
Another finger or two are added to the mix. She doesn’t think any others can fit - until they do - each one pressing a different and wonderful new spot, sending her into fits. She grabs desperately at soft pillows and bunches of red hair.
Just when she thinks she can’t take it much longer, Emily stops and hands her a pillow.
“Fucking shut up, will you? And you say I’m loud,” Emily says, trying to contain her laughter.
The old wooden floor down the hallway creaks under a pair of feet and both girls freeze. Emily looks to Naomi, terror now in her eyes. They wait to hear foot steps down the stairs. Emily exhales heavily, having held her breath for so long.
“Shit, that was close,” the redhead says, grabbing her own shirt from the bed’s edge. Naomi stops her hand before she can put it back on.
“What’you think you’re doing?” the blonde says, her face serious. The lower part of her body doesn’t move, paralyzed by a certain throbbing organ.
Emily stares at her with a face that says ‘are you serious?’ A stern response from Naomi assures her the situation is in dire need of some closure.
Immediately Emily knows just what to do. She knows her girl inside and out - quite literally, in fact - and so she winks, letting Naomi know she’ll be taken care of.
She starts at the girl’s kneecap, dragging her tongue gently up her porcelain skin. Sliding her hands beneath Naomi’s buttocks, she lifts her hips and squeezes firmly - she may look delicate, but Emily’s learned not to treat her so.
Naomi can feel the girl’s soft tongue teasing as it makes its way inside. It brushes against her clit ever so gently, back and forth, with just enough pressure to cause the girl to cover her mouth with the pillow. Her back arches and her eyelids flutter.
She finds it harder now to keep her eyes focused on the ceiling light as the redhead’s mouth continues to press against her, with a tongue so voracious and hungry, she’s like a lion after its prey.
Her grip on the pillow tightens with the rest of her muscles, climax intensified by a slight lack of oxygen. She holds on, thrusting her hips forward as she rides it out when someone comes knocking on the door.
“Fuck!” she mumbles into the pillow, her teeth clenched upon the material. She shoves Emily from between her legs and onto the floor with a thud.
“I’m coming!” she yells to the person on the opposite side of the door. Emily snickers and so Naomi swats her with a t-shirt.
Scrambling to dress in a hurry, they bump into each other several times, causing even more unnecessary racket.
Just as Naomi secures her t-shirt in place, the door flies open. She and Emily stand side by side, their hands folded innocently behind their backs.
“Oh, hi Mum,” Naomi says politely, nudging Emily to do the same.
“What’s going - were you wearing a skirt earlier?” her mother asks, looking to the ground as she tries to recall.
“Of course, Mum. You’re a flighty one, you!” Naomi looks down to check and sure enough, she’s got on Emily’s skirt - albeit backwards. She tries not to laugh, turning the skirt the right way. She wonders if she’s also thrown on the wrong pair of undies.
“Right. Well, looks nice. Food’s on. Come along, then.”
The woman stumbles down the hall and starts down the stairs when the girls burst into a sputtering laugh.
Emily pulls at Naomi’s pant legs on herself. “A bit long, no?”
“Good thing mum’s drunk,” Naomi says, breathing a sigh of relief. “Was worth it though.” She winks and heads out the door to the hallway.
Before she gets very far, Emily’s got her by the hand. She turns around, the girl giving her a look that makes her want to risk it all again - and again, and again and again…
The redhead bites at her own bottom lip, stepping closer. Head on Naomi’s shoulder, she whispers in her ear. “You fucking owe me.”
Author: xjekkix
Rating: R - explicit sexual content
Word Count: 798
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, or its characters.
Summary: Naomi and Emily go to a family reunion.
At first Naomi jumps at every little sound, each time covering Emily’s mouth with a hand to silence her sweet whispers.
The sound of her own zipper giving way instead sounds like a high-powered chainsaw; the snap of the elastic band on her panties like a crack of thunder, the sound of Emily’s throaty moans as loud as blood-curdling screams - no, wait, that’s her.
In an instant, the world as she knows it falls away, replaced by paradise in the form of Emily’s gentle strokes.
It’s never felt like this, like she can’t possibly concentrate on anything but the sensational feeling in the pit of her stomach and between her legs.
Another finger or two are added to the mix. She doesn’t think any others can fit - until they do - each one pressing a different and wonderful new spot, sending her into fits. She grabs desperately at soft pillows and bunches of red hair.
Just when she thinks she can’t take it much longer, Emily stops and hands her a pillow.
“Fucking shut up, will you? And you say I’m loud,” Emily says, trying to contain her laughter.
The old wooden floor down the hallway creaks under a pair of feet and both girls freeze. Emily looks to Naomi, terror now in her eyes. They wait to hear foot steps down the stairs. Emily exhales heavily, having held her breath for so long.
“Shit, that was close,” the redhead says, grabbing her own shirt from the bed’s edge. Naomi stops her hand before she can put it back on.
“What’you think you’re doing?” the blonde says, her face serious. The lower part of her body doesn’t move, paralyzed by a certain throbbing organ.
Emily stares at her with a face that says ‘are you serious?’ A stern response from Naomi assures her the situation is in dire need of some closure.
Immediately Emily knows just what to do. She knows her girl inside and out - quite literally, in fact - and so she winks, letting Naomi know she’ll be taken care of.
She starts at the girl’s kneecap, dragging her tongue gently up her porcelain skin. Sliding her hands beneath Naomi’s buttocks, she lifts her hips and squeezes firmly - she may look delicate, but Emily’s learned not to treat her so.
Naomi can feel the girl’s soft tongue teasing as it makes its way inside. It brushes against her clit ever so gently, back and forth, with just enough pressure to cause the girl to cover her mouth with the pillow. Her back arches and her eyelids flutter.
She finds it harder now to keep her eyes focused on the ceiling light as the redhead’s mouth continues to press against her, with a tongue so voracious and hungry, she’s like a lion after its prey.
Her grip on the pillow tightens with the rest of her muscles, climax intensified by a slight lack of oxygen. She holds on, thrusting her hips forward as she rides it out when someone comes knocking on the door.
“Fuck!” she mumbles into the pillow, her teeth clenched upon the material. She shoves Emily from between her legs and onto the floor with a thud.
“I’m coming!” she yells to the person on the opposite side of the door. Emily snickers and so Naomi swats her with a t-shirt.
Scrambling to dress in a hurry, they bump into each other several times, causing even more unnecessary racket.
Just as Naomi secures her t-shirt in place, the door flies open. She and Emily stand side by side, their hands folded innocently behind their backs.
“Oh, hi Mum,” Naomi says politely, nudging Emily to do the same.
“What’s going - were you wearing a skirt earlier?” her mother asks, looking to the ground as she tries to recall.
“Of course, Mum. You’re a flighty one, you!” Naomi looks down to check and sure enough, she’s got on Emily’s skirt - albeit backwards. She tries not to laugh, turning the skirt the right way. She wonders if she’s also thrown on the wrong pair of undies.
“Right. Well, looks nice. Food’s on. Come along, then.”
The woman stumbles down the hall and starts down the stairs when the girls burst into a sputtering laugh.
Emily pulls at Naomi’s pant legs on herself. “A bit long, no?”
“Good thing mum’s drunk,” Naomi says, breathing a sigh of relief. “Was worth it though.” She winks and heads out the door to the hallway.
Before she gets very far, Emily’s got her by the hand. She turns around, the girl giving her a look that makes her want to risk it all again - and again, and again and again…
The redhead bites at her own bottom lip, stepping closer. Head on Naomi’s shoulder, she whispers in her ear. “You fucking owe me.”