Indelible - A music inspired shot
Evenin' all,
I have finally finished this little piece that i've been working on for a week or so, my brain stalled on "it's not that easy" but rest assured it will be back up soon, I have my practical this weekend (well thats the deadline for the work) so after that i'm a bit freer...!
Comments and Kudos are always welcome...
Title: Indelible
Author: Cuteginger
Pairing: Naomily
Rating: NC-17 (cautionary coz if it get's chaptered it might get naughty!)
Blurb: Post woodland scene, if Naomi had got the guts to go and see Emily in the daylight.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys I just like to play with them
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“How could someone so beautiful, feel something for me”
If she closed her eyes for a moment she could almost feel the cool evening air against her face again, she could almost reach out and touch with her fingers the blanket that was grazing her knees. It was the white glare of the day that crept through her eyelids though, not the dazzling positive beams of the sunshine just the white light of a cloudy day. The weather today mirrored her mood, overcast but shallow, it would almost be better if there was a torrential rain shower, at least then there was something to break up the monotony of the day. Instead, like her mood, it was just numb.
If she really thought about it, she couldn’t place a time when she’d been happier, those moments with the flame-haired girl who took up most of her thoughts were precious to her.
She didn’t remember deciding to go to the Fitch house; something must have just switched in her so, that without really understanding what she was doing, she was rolling a smoke as she walked through the oddly quiet streets of Bristol. It was when she reached the end of her street, too far gone to turn back but still too far to just give in and find yourself there, that she realised this would have been much simpler if she’d taken her bike. Her feet were not used to walking so far in her Con’s, their flat thin base was enough to keep the stones from cutting her feet but they were not good enough for any kind of distance. By the time she’d reached the end of Emily’s road her feet were burning, the pain searing in its intensity. Jeez, she thought, God must really hate me, like really hate me; I’ve only walked across Bristol, Jesus Christ. She laughed a little there, at her own joke. He must have some serious issues with me. The rest of the journey was spent trying to barter with the God in her thoughts, not really sure who she was talking to, but trying to determine whether this was all just a payback for her poor judgement or just one of lives little bites on the of karma.
The light was bouncing off the white washed walls and burning into her mind, the glare was enough to send her back into the grey dark room she had surfaced from. If she stood there long enough she could probably find a reason to leave, find a reason why this wasn’t a good idea or the timing was all wrong. She did not want to come across Jenna Fitch, and she didn’t even want to think about what would happen if either of the Fitch parents heard any of what she wanted to say. She could imagine the scene now.
“You left our ass daughter in the woods, alone?” The tone would rise at the end and become a high pitched screech.
“You now want to apologies? Really?” this came from the mouth of the man who was continually flexing his muscles, and they looked like they could hurt a full grown man, let alone an average sized girl.
So that definitely was not an option, she needed to see Emily; and Emily alone.
It took a moment for her to regain control of her fingers, they seemed to only want to bring the cigarette from down by her side to her lips and back again, a routine that felt familiar and left that warmth coursing through her lungs. One deep breath in and she reached to the doorbell, pressing it gently, unsure if it even made a noise, she pressed it again, once, slightly harder and she heard the bell echo in the hallway.
It was uncharacteristically loud to her; it seemed to fill the whole street with its warning siren, telling people that she, wimp of the century, was there for everyone to gawp at. In reality the echo was in her mind and no curtains across the road twitched or even acknowledged her existence. It felt like an age that she stared at the front door, the white PVC staring back at her, not changing, or revealing the flame red that contrasted so brilliantly with it.
As she turned to leave, unsure if the lack of response was from the choice of the inhabitant or that, in reality the house was empty of any Fitch at all, the front bedroom window opened to allow the curtain to flow out of the crack, freed by the wind so it could dance and hide the body that was standing there.
“Em’s?” She looked up hoping to catch a glimpse of the fierce red hair.
“Em? Please can I just talk to you, I want to explain, or at least try to, preferable not Romeo and Juliet stylee.” She laughs at her own joke, more out of nerves than the humour of her words. The joke doesn’t elicit a response from behind the curtain, the white lace merely floating and dancing in front of her.
“Sorry, look, please Em’s, either let me explain or tell me to leave… I’m sorry ok...” She pleaded. The bedroom window shut and when no face appeared in the window she sighed, sure that her chance had slipped out of her hands. Turning she began to walk down the drive, following the z shaped patterns of the bricks.
“Do you want a cuppa?” A voice quietly asked from the front door, she hadn’t heard the door open so the voice surprised her, but it carried on without waiting for her to answer.
“If I’ve got to listen to you try and explain yourself I’m going to need a cup of tea. Do you want one?” Emily asked. Naomi turned slowly around, sure that if she went too quickly it would all turn into a mirage and disappear before her very eyes.
“Yeah, a tea would be nice, thanks” She muttered, not quite able to catch Emily’s eyes as she headed back up the drive.
She involuntarily winced as she snuck past Emily and into the house, almost expecting to feel something strike her across the back of her head. She knew Emily wouldn’t do that but she didn’t put it passed the great man in the sky to make today just that little bit worse. She sighed, reminding herself that all of this was in fact her own gutless fault.
She trailed behind Emily as she led the way to the kitchen. The white of the outside of the house was mirrored here with its clean surfaces and generic white goods.
“Urm, is anyone else…” She stumbled over her words, unsure if she should ask the question, afraid of what the answer may be. Although she was pretty sure she could take Katie in a fight, a protective twin would not help her cause.
“No, just me and these walls right now… I assume that was what you wanted to know?” Emily stated with a caustic edge to her voice.
* * *
It had seems sensible at the time, to follow Emily upstairs into the twins bedroom, to be watched by the countless posters as she perched on the edge of the single bed. Her eyes couldn’t help be drawn to the women that adorned Emily’s side of the room, each one a blonde goddess or talented star in their own right, an incredibly beautiful array of women.
‘How do I fit in here’ she thought, ‘what made her pick me?’
She’d looked at everything but Emily, avoiding catching the flame red hair in her peripheral vision in case the colour burnt her eyes and made her break down. Her resolve was loosening with every second and she didn’t know how long she could hold out.
“Look at me” Emily pleaded; a strength in her voice that Naomi hadn’t heard recently.
She glanced at her, caught the red hair in her vision and she was transfixed. How could someone so beautiful, feel something for me. She wondered. God you are so incredible. And with those thoughts running through her mind a solitary tear rolled down her face as she realised just what she might have ruined.
“Tell me Nai, ignore everything else, everyone else, and just tell me how you feel first?” Emily asked, a look of concern etched across her face.
Naomi took a deep breath and before she could stop her mind from revealing all of her secrets she confessed.
“When you kiss me it’s like I can’t breathe, like all of the world’s truths are floating away and I don’t care, I should care, how can something so simple change my world Em’s? How do you tell me everything in just one kiss?”
A look of resignation crossed over her face as she glanced down at her feet. The pain from earlier had gone but she knew that tomorrow her whole body would ache; she would feel every emotions in all of her nerves, but right now she didn’t care.
“Naomi…” it was practically a whisper that emerged from Emily’s mouth, her lips darted to wet her lips, her mouth seemed to have dried to desert level with Naomi’s confession.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have blurted that out, and I’m so scared, have you ever been this scared?” Naomi admitted, her voice finding some strength as she traced patterns with her eyes in her cooling tea.
“I don’t know if I can…” was all Naomi could utter before Emily interrupted.
“Don’t you think I’ve gone through all of this, do you know just how scared I was when I saw you on that first day of college, it was like I was completely undone, that look you gave me, ruined me, I was so scared that I was in too deep, that I couldn’t just ignore you, however rude you were to me you still pull me in, but I can’t take much more, I can’t be left in the GOD DAMN woods again Naomi”. Emily’s eyes started to sparkle with rage, her fingers clenched around the blanket on her bed.
“And you know what really takes the sodding biscuit, what really pisses me off…” Emily paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, and even now, even right this very second, I want to kiss you”. Emily sighed and stood up, placing her cold cup of tea on the bedside table. As her back was turned Naomi stood up, closing the gap so that when she caught Emily’s elbow with her hand she could turn her and be face to face. Their body’s millimetres from each other, a fire burning between them.
Without thinking Naomi closed the gap and crushed her lips to Emily’s drinking in the feeling of those soft lips and the smaller girls body being so incredibly close.
It was Emily who took the first breathe, pulling away just a millimetre, just enough for both sets of eyes to shoot open and find each other. Burning brown met melting blue, a messy mix joined together.
“ I’m sorry…” She whispered, “Emily… I’m so sorry, I want to not care, I want to be this free all of the time.” Naomi continued, still keeping her eyes locked to Emily’s.
“We can, you can, be this free I mean… you just need to take my hand, and believe in me… that’s all… “ Emily consoled.
“Can I just kiss you first, because right now I’m about to drown in your eyes and I think that’s all that will save me” She admitted, blushing as she heard herself.
“If you keep coming up with lines like that I might never stop kissing you Miss Campbell” Emily quietly laughed before crushing her lips to Naomi’s, she responded feeling the heat radiate through her body. A calm seems to drench her soul, her body relaxed so completely into Emily that she had to hold herself up by trailing her hands around the smaller girls neck.
Pulling away just for a second, she smiled.
“You might just be the making of me Emily Fitch.”
I have finally finished this little piece that i've been working on for a week or so, my brain stalled on "it's not that easy" but rest assured it will be back up soon, I have my practical this weekend (well thats the deadline for the work) so after that i'm a bit freer...!
Comments and Kudos are always welcome...
Title: Indelible
Author: Cuteginger
Pairing: Naomily
Rating: NC-17 (cautionary coz if it get's chaptered it might get naughty!)
Blurb: Post woodland scene, if Naomi had got the guts to go and see Emily in the daylight.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys I just like to play with them
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“How could someone so beautiful, feel something for me”
If she closed her eyes for a moment she could almost feel the cool evening air against her face again, she could almost reach out and touch with her fingers the blanket that was grazing her knees. It was the white glare of the day that crept through her eyelids though, not the dazzling positive beams of the sunshine just the white light of a cloudy day. The weather today mirrored her mood, overcast but shallow, it would almost be better if there was a torrential rain shower, at least then there was something to break up the monotony of the day. Instead, like her mood, it was just numb.
If she really thought about it, she couldn’t place a time when she’d been happier, those moments with the flame-haired girl who took up most of her thoughts were precious to her.
She didn’t remember deciding to go to the Fitch house; something must have just switched in her so, that without really understanding what she was doing, she was rolling a smoke as she walked through the oddly quiet streets of Bristol. It was when she reached the end of her street, too far gone to turn back but still too far to just give in and find yourself there, that she realised this would have been much simpler if she’d taken her bike. Her feet were not used to walking so far in her Con’s, their flat thin base was enough to keep the stones from cutting her feet but they were not good enough for any kind of distance. By the time she’d reached the end of Emily’s road her feet were burning, the pain searing in its intensity. Jeez, she thought, God must really hate me, like really hate me; I’ve only walked across Bristol, Jesus Christ. She laughed a little there, at her own joke. He must have some serious issues with me. The rest of the journey was spent trying to barter with the God in her thoughts, not really sure who she was talking to, but trying to determine whether this was all just a payback for her poor judgement or just one of lives little bites on the of karma.
The light was bouncing off the white washed walls and burning into her mind, the glare was enough to send her back into the grey dark room she had surfaced from. If she stood there long enough she could probably find a reason to leave, find a reason why this wasn’t a good idea or the timing was all wrong. She did not want to come across Jenna Fitch, and she didn’t even want to think about what would happen if either of the Fitch parents heard any of what she wanted to say. She could imagine the scene now.
“You left our ass daughter in the woods, alone?” The tone would rise at the end and become a high pitched screech.
“You now want to apologies? Really?” this came from the mouth of the man who was continually flexing his muscles, and they looked like they could hurt a full grown man, let alone an average sized girl.
So that definitely was not an option, she needed to see Emily; and Emily alone.
It took a moment for her to regain control of her fingers, they seemed to only want to bring the cigarette from down by her side to her lips and back again, a routine that felt familiar and left that warmth coursing through her lungs. One deep breath in and she reached to the doorbell, pressing it gently, unsure if it even made a noise, she pressed it again, once, slightly harder and she heard the bell echo in the hallway.
It was uncharacteristically loud to her; it seemed to fill the whole street with its warning siren, telling people that she, wimp of the century, was there for everyone to gawp at. In reality the echo was in her mind and no curtains across the road twitched or even acknowledged her existence. It felt like an age that she stared at the front door, the white PVC staring back at her, not changing, or revealing the flame red that contrasted so brilliantly with it.
As she turned to leave, unsure if the lack of response was from the choice of the inhabitant or that, in reality the house was empty of any Fitch at all, the front bedroom window opened to allow the curtain to flow out of the crack, freed by the wind so it could dance and hide the body that was standing there.
“Em’s?” She looked up hoping to catch a glimpse of the fierce red hair.
“Em? Please can I just talk to you, I want to explain, or at least try to, preferable not Romeo and Juliet stylee.” She laughs at her own joke, more out of nerves than the humour of her words. The joke doesn’t elicit a response from behind the curtain, the white lace merely floating and dancing in front of her.
“Sorry, look, please Em’s, either let me explain or tell me to leave… I’m sorry ok...” She pleaded. The bedroom window shut and when no face appeared in the window she sighed, sure that her chance had slipped out of her hands. Turning she began to walk down the drive, following the z shaped patterns of the bricks.
“Do you want a cuppa?” A voice quietly asked from the front door, she hadn’t heard the door open so the voice surprised her, but it carried on without waiting for her to answer.
“If I’ve got to listen to you try and explain yourself I’m going to need a cup of tea. Do you want one?” Emily asked. Naomi turned slowly around, sure that if she went too quickly it would all turn into a mirage and disappear before her very eyes.
“Yeah, a tea would be nice, thanks” She muttered, not quite able to catch Emily’s eyes as she headed back up the drive.
She involuntarily winced as she snuck past Emily and into the house, almost expecting to feel something strike her across the back of her head. She knew Emily wouldn’t do that but she didn’t put it passed the great man in the sky to make today just that little bit worse. She sighed, reminding herself that all of this was in fact her own gutless fault.
She trailed behind Emily as she led the way to the kitchen. The white of the outside of the house was mirrored here with its clean surfaces and generic white goods.
“Urm, is anyone else…” She stumbled over her words, unsure if she should ask the question, afraid of what the answer may be. Although she was pretty sure she could take Katie in a fight, a protective twin would not help her cause.
“No, just me and these walls right now… I assume that was what you wanted to know?” Emily stated with a caustic edge to her voice.
* * *
It had seems sensible at the time, to follow Emily upstairs into the twins bedroom, to be watched by the countless posters as she perched on the edge of the single bed. Her eyes couldn’t help be drawn to the women that adorned Emily’s side of the room, each one a blonde goddess or talented star in their own right, an incredibly beautiful array of women.
‘How do I fit in here’ she thought, ‘what made her pick me?’
She’d looked at everything but Emily, avoiding catching the flame red hair in her peripheral vision in case the colour burnt her eyes and made her break down. Her resolve was loosening with every second and she didn’t know how long she could hold out.
“Look at me” Emily pleaded; a strength in her voice that Naomi hadn’t heard recently.
She glanced at her, caught the red hair in her vision and she was transfixed. How could someone so beautiful, feel something for me. She wondered. God you are so incredible. And with those thoughts running through her mind a solitary tear rolled down her face as she realised just what she might have ruined.
“Tell me Nai, ignore everything else, everyone else, and just tell me how you feel first?” Emily asked, a look of concern etched across her face.
Naomi took a deep breath and before she could stop her mind from revealing all of her secrets she confessed.
“When you kiss me it’s like I can’t breathe, like all of the world’s truths are floating away and I don’t care, I should care, how can something so simple change my world Em’s? How do you tell me everything in just one kiss?”
A look of resignation crossed over her face as she glanced down at her feet. The pain from earlier had gone but she knew that tomorrow her whole body would ache; she would feel every emotions in all of her nerves, but right now she didn’t care.
“Naomi…” it was practically a whisper that emerged from Emily’s mouth, her lips darted to wet her lips, her mouth seemed to have dried to desert level with Naomi’s confession.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have blurted that out, and I’m so scared, have you ever been this scared?” Naomi admitted, her voice finding some strength as she traced patterns with her eyes in her cooling tea.
“I don’t know if I can…” was all Naomi could utter before Emily interrupted.
“Don’t you think I’ve gone through all of this, do you know just how scared I was when I saw you on that first day of college, it was like I was completely undone, that look you gave me, ruined me, I was so scared that I was in too deep, that I couldn’t just ignore you, however rude you were to me you still pull me in, but I can’t take much more, I can’t be left in the GOD DAMN woods again Naomi”. Emily’s eyes started to sparkle with rage, her fingers clenched around the blanket on her bed.
“And you know what really takes the sodding biscuit, what really pisses me off…” Emily paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, and even now, even right this very second, I want to kiss you”. Emily sighed and stood up, placing her cold cup of tea on the bedside table. As her back was turned Naomi stood up, closing the gap so that when she caught Emily’s elbow with her hand she could turn her and be face to face. Their body’s millimetres from each other, a fire burning between them.
Without thinking Naomi closed the gap and crushed her lips to Emily’s drinking in the feeling of those soft lips and the smaller girls body being so incredibly close.
It was Emily who took the first breathe, pulling away just a millimetre, just enough for both sets of eyes to shoot open and find each other. Burning brown met melting blue, a messy mix joined together.
“ I’m sorry…” She whispered, “Emily… I’m so sorry, I want to not care, I want to be this free all of the time.” Naomi continued, still keeping her eyes locked to Emily’s.
“We can, you can, be this free I mean… you just need to take my hand, and believe in me… that’s all… “ Emily consoled.
“Can I just kiss you first, because right now I’m about to drown in your eyes and I think that’s all that will save me” She admitted, blushing as she heard herself.
“If you keep coming up with lines like that I might never stop kissing you Miss Campbell” Emily quietly laughed before crushing her lips to Naomi’s, she responded feeling the heat radiate through her body. A calm seems to drench her soul, her body relaxed so completely into Emily that she had to hold herself up by trailing her hands around the smaller girls neck.
Pulling away just for a second, she smiled.
“You might just be the making of me Emily Fitch.”