Half-way Lovers (4)
Title: Half-way Lovers.
Word Count: 2,540
Rating: M for explicit shower sex.
Pairing: Emily/Effy, Emily/Naomi
Disclaimer: I own fuck all.
A/N: Sorry for the wait!
Half-way Lovers.
Emily hasn't been the same for days. She nods along, but her smiles are empty, and her laughs... something's just not there anymore. Naomi doesn't know what it is, but Emily hasn't been 100% with her these last few days. It worries Naomi, who used to recieve such devoted attention from the small redhead. Something is obviously bothering her, and Naomi wonders if she knows what it is. She'll have to sort it before it escalates.
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Emily dreams of Naomi a lot. Sometimes she dreams of Katie. She mostly dreams of whatever bothers her as she drifts in and out of sleep; if anyone knew, they'd probably think it an awful shame for such a young girl to hold the weight of the world like this.
That night, Emily did dream of something worrying her, but it felt different this time. She somehow found herself enjoying this, despite the underlying anxiety swirling in the pit of her stomach, unsettling her.
She knows it is a dream, even as she's dreaming it. But she's not waking herself up. Insistant that she's just curious, she takes the whispy brunette's hand, and lets herself be pulled into a wood. It looks a lot like Gobbler's End, only brighter. Emily doesn't feel like she's weighed down when she disappears into the mass of trees and other nature; she feels free.
Effy holds her hand loosely, but firm still, and guides her deeper and deeper into this Disney-like world, until finally, they reach a clearing.
It's breathtaking, really. Something of a garden created, probably by Effy, who stands to her left looking at her anxiously for... approval? She doesn't know.
"What is this?" she finally manages to whisper, looking at the patterns of strange flowers arranged by colour before specie.
"I did it for you. It can be our garden." Effy tells her, glancing at the arrangement before them. Emily's heart wants to burst, she wants to kiss Effy. It feels wrong; she's still somewhat conscious of her actions. But debating in her mind, she concludes, with little logic.
Her fingers curl in Effy's dress, and pull the taller girl into her, crushing their lips together desperately. It's as amazing as it is hungry. Emily swipes her tongue across Effy's lip, begging. When it deepens, Emily feels that fire burn her inside out, until her whole body tingles, every inch of her skin is prickling for Effy's attention, for her touch.
Effy pushes her away, but their hips stay close. When Emily's dazed eyes search for an explanation, she finds herself distracted entirely by Effy's shiny lips, and that fire lurches in the pit of her stomach.
Emily wants Effy to say something profound, she wants her to explain the gaze piercing her right now.
"Effy," It's so quiet, even when Emily's hand reaches for Effy's cheek, brushing her thumb across the lightly freckled skin. Emily wants to chuckle at how innocent Effy's features are, how conflicting it is with her personality.
"You can be happy, Emily." Effy finally says, pulling Emily from her musings. She doesn't know what that means, and she's going to ask, but she can hear Katie calling from somewhere far distant from this world. She can feel her dream world melting away, fading until all she can see is the insides of her own eyelids, and everything is just black, sheilding her from the harsh reality that lies outside of herself.
"EMILY." Katie shoves her arm roughly enough to leave a bruise later on.
"What?" She's back in the real world, feelling fucking groggy. For someone who has been half-awake for such a long time, she feels very half-dead.
"We're a bit late, you need to get ready." Katie informs her, and when Emily fully takes in her twin standing before her, she realises Katie's already had a shower, got dressed, and done her hair and make up. Bitch.
"Why didn't you wake me when you were getting ready?" She tries to shout a bit, but her voice is far too rough and sleepy. Katie ignores the question, shooting back "Be quick!" before strutting out of the room, leaving Emily half sitting up, watching with pissed off, half-lidded eyes.
"Fuck's sake." She mutters, rubbing her eyes roughly.
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Emily got ready as quick as she could, but still dragged herself into college looking, understandably, a little worse for wear.
The first person she sees is Naomi, standing right next to Effy. Emily's stomach lurches sickeningly. They're chatting casually, occasionally glancing at eachother as they speak, obvserving something more interesting than eachother. As Emily gets closer, she can hear what is enticing them so much. Katie's lisp echoes loudly around the room, as she speaks loudly about her mega interesting night, for most of which she's overcompensating by miles.
"Hi," Emily hesitates as she lifts an awkward hand to wave at Effy and Naomi. Effy smiles at her, and Naomi leans forward to give her a kiss on the cheek, but stops mid-way.
"Fucking lezzas need to get a room," It's chuckled from a little way across the room. She feels Naomi stiffen, before straightening herself out, and closing the space between herself and Katie confidently. She looked so tall, was all Emily could think, as the blonde shrank her sister.
"What's the problem Katie? Can't cope now Emily doesn't need you?" A series of "Ooohs" chorus around them, and she watches Katie swallow back tears instantly. Emily's eyes fall shut, and a sigh escapes her lips. It won't be long before-
"BITCH!" Katie launches forward, curling her fist in Naomi's hair, and pulling her down. Naomi stumbles, bending at the waist. She claws at Katie, tearing pieces of clothing and skin as she goes. Christ's sake.
Emily doesn't panic, as she usually does when these situations arise. She just feels tired, because she is; she's so sick and tired of everyone fighting all the time. And they think they're fighting over her, so therefore she should be flattered, but they're not, are they? They're fighting for control over her. She honestly can't remember the last time someone gave her a fucking break, because this hasn't stopped since the Love Ball.
And because life isn't about to cut her any fucking slack either, Effy steps into view to her right.
"Why do they do it?" She asks, never taking her eyes off the brawling girls. Emily sighs, watching as Cook joins the party, howling with laughter, and requesting them to continue topless.
Effy didn't really expect a response from Emily, she was just posing a question for Emily to consider later. But she felt those dark brown eyes burn into her skin, begging her to turn around. So she did. And the moment Effy locked eyes with Emily, her hand was in a smaller grasp, and she had was being pulled away from the commotion of college halls, and into the tranquility of the bathrooms.
With barely a second for either to adjust to the change in surroundings, Emily's lips are on Effy's, (her earlier dream still festering fresh in her mind.). Effy doesn't take much convincing to comply, because truthfully, a swipe of Emily's silky lips against her own melts her; makes her feel things that will keep her up later that night.
It's as it always is with them; hungry and desperate. Emily's hands fumble for Effy's belt, pulling it roughly, forcing Effy's hips into her own. Effy groans, and Emily can almost taste the adrenaline pulsing through her. She yanks the button off her jeans in her hurry to get Effy undressed, feeling blindly courageous.
Behind closed eyes and swollen lips, an image of the blonde appears. She has wet hair, in her imagination, just like that night at the lake. Naomi was so beautiful that night, too. Emily's eyes shoot open, her lips freezing mid kiss. The girl on her lips is so beautiful, so much of what Emily lusts after in a person. Tears threaten to spill as she feels herself slipping away from Naomi, disconnecting whatever they once had.
Effy pulls away sensing Emily's sudden change, and looks at her with concerned eyes. It's enough to make Emily fall apart completely, collapsing into Effy, and sobbing into her chest. Effy just strokes her hair, not even pretending to be surprised. Emily wonders if she is.
She's ushered gently into a cubical and pushed down by soft hands on her shoulders. She drops to the toilet, burying her face in her hands and letting the sobs escape with little resistance. Effy just crouches in front of her, her hands on Emily's knees, occasionally stroking them with her thumb. She soothes Emily with soft words which really mean nothing, but Emily believes them anyway.
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They talk for a long time, about all sorts of things. Emily can't remember feeling so understood in such a long time, nor can she remember ever getting someone, like she gets Effy, (though she wonders just how much that is, and how much anyone can ever understand someone like Effy Stonem.)
It doesn't matter. She feels like she's been discovered when she's with Effy, and she tells her so. The languid brunette replies with a silent, soft smile, because Emily's words actually fucking mean something, don't they?
By now, Effy's sitting on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her. Emily gets off the loo, and sits herself atop Effy's thighs, straddling her. It takes Effy by surprise, but only enough to make her open her tired eyes, and gaze into Emily's with so many unspoken questions.
Emily's fingers wrap around the back of the shattered girl's neck, pulling her into a kiss that claims all that Effy needs to know, (but of course, not all that she wants to.)
They stand, Emily first, holding a hand out for Effy to help her up. Their fingers do not unlace as they exit the bathrooms. Checking silently, Effy lets Emily know that the fight is still going on. Coast cleared, they leave with typically Effy-esque stealth, with not one gaze falling upon their retreating selves.
The halls are almost all empty as they stumble and giggle their way through the labyrinth seeming to unfold endlessly before their feet, until finally, cool air hits them both in the face, and they're out. One final smile thrown at eachother confirms that they've made it out alive.
Satisfied silence descends, and amidst the excitement, their hands lose eachother's touch. They now walk a few inches divided, Effy's hands shoved deep inside her pockets, and Emily's clutching onto her bag.
They say nothing for the rest of the journey, until they reach Effy's home. Emily throws a glance upwards at the worn down building, finding it to represent Effy perfectly.
Then they're inside, hands caught again, being pulled up the stairs, lost in smiles and childish giggles they had both long forgotten.
Inside Effy's room, they stumble over things lying on the floor, getting their feet and ankles tangled in torn jeans and discarded pairs of trainers, until finally, they both collapse onto her bed, letting the laughter pour out of their lungs like much-needed air.
Words fall from their lips, meaning nothing, words they'll forget by morning, just passing away the hours until the sun falls away and darkness washes away the world outside, and all that's left is a sleeping Emily, and a silent Effy, who lays with a smile lingering upon her lips. It's nice, she thinks, but she doesn't want to waste this feeling, let it drift away with her sleepy dreams. She sits herself up, and gazes down at the sleeping girl before her. She's gorgeous, isn't she? Effy presses a soft kiss to her cheekbone, and leaves the room in search of a hot shower.
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Emily doesn't dream. She's glad.
When she wakes, Effy's in the shower across the hall. She knows, because Effy's left her a note, signed with a smiley face and a kiss.
In the shower. Ef x :)
She chuckles at Effy leaving a smiley face in her wake. It seems surreal.
Emily pulls herself out from the warm bed which smells so much of Effy, and drags herself into the shower room. She stops, briefly, just to admire Effy's naked form in the shower, distorted slightly by the steam. Then she continues her task, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, letting it fall away from her shoulders, and starting on her jeans.
She opens the shower door, and steps in. Effy freezes, but doesn't turn herself; she just waits. The redhead slips her arms around the taller girl's waist, letting her fingertips slide across her wet stomach. Effy's head falls back onto Emily's shoulder, allowing Emily access to her shoulder, which Emily takes happily, letting her lips press softly, gently; like they never have before with Effy.
The brunette tries to turn, but Emily's fast in catching her wrists and pinning them to the cool wall of the shower, letting her hands sting as the contrasting temperature sends shocks through her body.
"Don't move," She whispers in Effy's ear, revelling in this role reversal. Emily's hands glide over Effy's curves, letting her fingernails scrape slightly, just enough to make the girl shiver. Emily smiles, and brings her lips back to Effy's shoulder, manipulating the slippery skin beneath them.
Effy's never let anyone have her like this, never let anyone take her this way before. Funny that it's Emily Fitch, the shyest fucking doormat, who gets to take her however she likes.
They fuck slowly, every motion of Emily's hand sliding further down Effy's aching body is languid, well-paced, and teasing Effy to the brink of her sanity.
Finally, Emily's fingers cannot deny Effy what she wants much longer when they hover just above the throbbing center of the girl infront of her. She traces from her hip to the inside of her thigh, drawling lazy circles just to prolong Effy's torture, before she drags her reluctant fingers upwards, and finally, cups Effy, eliciting a sharp gasp.
Her fingers dip inside to find Effy's more than ready, her hot moisture making Emily giddy. She slides her fingertips out, dragging Effy's own juice up to her clit, and sliding her finger over it a few times, experimentally. She's satisfied when Effy's knees wobble slightly.
They find their pace, Emily's fingers pumping in and out of Effy, and occasionally leaving her wet center to toy with her slit, and circle her clit lightly. One hand stays on Effy's hip, just to slow her bucking when necessary.
Effy chases her release desperately, until finally, she catches it, and it washes over her, exploding deep within her stomach, and dispersing throughout her entire body, claiming all her limbs' stegnth. As the brunette's defences are shattered along with her own self, Emily whispers just how much she means to her, and Effy's far too overwhelmed.
It ends with a chasing kiss from Effy's earlobe to her lips, and out of the shower. They help eachother get dry, sharing the fluffy white towel, before disappearing to Effy's bedroom yet again, falling into her warm bed, naked and satisfied.
They fall from consciousness holding hands, with Effy's arm wrapped protectively over Emily's stomach.
Part 5
Word Count: 2,540
Rating: M for explicit shower sex.
Pairing: Emily/Effy, Emily/Naomi
Disclaimer: I own fuck all.
A/N: Sorry for the wait!
Half-way Lovers.
Emily hasn't been the same for days. She nods along, but her smiles are empty, and her laughs... something's just not there anymore. Naomi doesn't know what it is, but Emily hasn't been 100% with her these last few days. It worries Naomi, who used to recieve such devoted attention from the small redhead. Something is obviously bothering her, and Naomi wonders if she knows what it is. She'll have to sort it before it escalates.
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Emily dreams of Naomi a lot. Sometimes she dreams of Katie. She mostly dreams of whatever bothers her as she drifts in and out of sleep; if anyone knew, they'd probably think it an awful shame for such a young girl to hold the weight of the world like this.
That night, Emily did dream of something worrying her, but it felt different this time. She somehow found herself enjoying this, despite the underlying anxiety swirling in the pit of her stomach, unsettling her.
She knows it is a dream, even as she's dreaming it. But she's not waking herself up. Insistant that she's just curious, she takes the whispy brunette's hand, and lets herself be pulled into a wood. It looks a lot like Gobbler's End, only brighter. Emily doesn't feel like she's weighed down when she disappears into the mass of trees and other nature; she feels free.
Effy holds her hand loosely, but firm still, and guides her deeper and deeper into this Disney-like world, until finally, they reach a clearing.
It's breathtaking, really. Something of a garden created, probably by Effy, who stands to her left looking at her anxiously for... approval? She doesn't know.
"What is this?" she finally manages to whisper, looking at the patterns of strange flowers arranged by colour before specie.
"I did it for you. It can be our garden." Effy tells her, glancing at the arrangement before them. Emily's heart wants to burst, she wants to kiss Effy. It feels wrong; she's still somewhat conscious of her actions. But debating in her mind, she concludes, with little logic.
Her fingers curl in Effy's dress, and pull the taller girl into her, crushing their lips together desperately. It's as amazing as it is hungry. Emily swipes her tongue across Effy's lip, begging. When it deepens, Emily feels that fire burn her inside out, until her whole body tingles, every inch of her skin is prickling for Effy's attention, for her touch.
Effy pushes her away, but their hips stay close. When Emily's dazed eyes search for an explanation, she finds herself distracted entirely by Effy's shiny lips, and that fire lurches in the pit of her stomach.
Emily wants Effy to say something profound, she wants her to explain the gaze piercing her right now.
"Effy," It's so quiet, even when Emily's hand reaches for Effy's cheek, brushing her thumb across the lightly freckled skin. Emily wants to chuckle at how innocent Effy's features are, how conflicting it is with her personality.
"You can be happy, Emily." Effy finally says, pulling Emily from her musings. She doesn't know what that means, and she's going to ask, but she can hear Katie calling from somewhere far distant from this world. She can feel her dream world melting away, fading until all she can see is the insides of her own eyelids, and everything is just black, sheilding her from the harsh reality that lies outside of herself.
"EMILY." Katie shoves her arm roughly enough to leave a bruise later on.
"What?" She's back in the real world, feelling fucking groggy. For someone who has been half-awake for such a long time, she feels very half-dead.
"We're a bit late, you need to get ready." Katie informs her, and when Emily fully takes in her twin standing before her, she realises Katie's already had a shower, got dressed, and done her hair and make up. Bitch.
"Why didn't you wake me when you were getting ready?" She tries to shout a bit, but her voice is far too rough and sleepy. Katie ignores the question, shooting back "Be quick!" before strutting out of the room, leaving Emily half sitting up, watching with pissed off, half-lidded eyes.
"Fuck's sake." She mutters, rubbing her eyes roughly.
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Emily got ready as quick as she could, but still dragged herself into college looking, understandably, a little worse for wear.
The first person she sees is Naomi, standing right next to Effy. Emily's stomach lurches sickeningly. They're chatting casually, occasionally glancing at eachother as they speak, obvserving something more interesting than eachother. As Emily gets closer, she can hear what is enticing them so much. Katie's lisp echoes loudly around the room, as she speaks loudly about her mega interesting night, for most of which she's overcompensating by miles.
"Hi," Emily hesitates as she lifts an awkward hand to wave at Effy and Naomi. Effy smiles at her, and Naomi leans forward to give her a kiss on the cheek, but stops mid-way.
"Fucking lezzas need to get a room," It's chuckled from a little way across the room. She feels Naomi stiffen, before straightening herself out, and closing the space between herself and Katie confidently. She looked so tall, was all Emily could think, as the blonde shrank her sister.
"What's the problem Katie? Can't cope now Emily doesn't need you?" A series of "Ooohs" chorus around them, and she watches Katie swallow back tears instantly. Emily's eyes fall shut, and a sigh escapes her lips. It won't be long before-
"BITCH!" Katie launches forward, curling her fist in Naomi's hair, and pulling her down. Naomi stumbles, bending at the waist. She claws at Katie, tearing pieces of clothing and skin as she goes. Christ's sake.
Emily doesn't panic, as she usually does when these situations arise. She just feels tired, because she is; she's so sick and tired of everyone fighting all the time. And they think they're fighting over her, so therefore she should be flattered, but they're not, are they? They're fighting for control over her. She honestly can't remember the last time someone gave her a fucking break, because this hasn't stopped since the Love Ball.
And because life isn't about to cut her any fucking slack either, Effy steps into view to her right.
"Why do they do it?" She asks, never taking her eyes off the brawling girls. Emily sighs, watching as Cook joins the party, howling with laughter, and requesting them to continue topless.
Effy didn't really expect a response from Emily, she was just posing a question for Emily to consider later. But she felt those dark brown eyes burn into her skin, begging her to turn around. So she did. And the moment Effy locked eyes with Emily, her hand was in a smaller grasp, and she had was being pulled away from the commotion of college halls, and into the tranquility of the bathrooms.
With barely a second for either to adjust to the change in surroundings, Emily's lips are on Effy's, (her earlier dream still festering fresh in her mind.). Effy doesn't take much convincing to comply, because truthfully, a swipe of Emily's silky lips against her own melts her; makes her feel things that will keep her up later that night.
It's as it always is with them; hungry and desperate. Emily's hands fumble for Effy's belt, pulling it roughly, forcing Effy's hips into her own. Effy groans, and Emily can almost taste the adrenaline pulsing through her. She yanks the button off her jeans in her hurry to get Effy undressed, feeling blindly courageous.
Behind closed eyes and swollen lips, an image of the blonde appears. She has wet hair, in her imagination, just like that night at the lake. Naomi was so beautiful that night, too. Emily's eyes shoot open, her lips freezing mid kiss. The girl on her lips is so beautiful, so much of what Emily lusts after in a person. Tears threaten to spill as she feels herself slipping away from Naomi, disconnecting whatever they once had.
Effy pulls away sensing Emily's sudden change, and looks at her with concerned eyes. It's enough to make Emily fall apart completely, collapsing into Effy, and sobbing into her chest. Effy just strokes her hair, not even pretending to be surprised. Emily wonders if she is.
She's ushered gently into a cubical and pushed down by soft hands on her shoulders. She drops to the toilet, burying her face in her hands and letting the sobs escape with little resistance. Effy just crouches in front of her, her hands on Emily's knees, occasionally stroking them with her thumb. She soothes Emily with soft words which really mean nothing, but Emily believes them anyway.
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They talk for a long time, about all sorts of things. Emily can't remember feeling so understood in such a long time, nor can she remember ever getting someone, like she gets Effy, (though she wonders just how much that is, and how much anyone can ever understand someone like Effy Stonem.)
It doesn't matter. She feels like she's been discovered when she's with Effy, and she tells her so. The languid brunette replies with a silent, soft smile, because Emily's words actually fucking mean something, don't they?
By now, Effy's sitting on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her. Emily gets off the loo, and sits herself atop Effy's thighs, straddling her. It takes Effy by surprise, but only enough to make her open her tired eyes, and gaze into Emily's with so many unspoken questions.
Emily's fingers wrap around the back of the shattered girl's neck, pulling her into a kiss that claims all that Effy needs to know, (but of course, not all that she wants to.)
They stand, Emily first, holding a hand out for Effy to help her up. Their fingers do not unlace as they exit the bathrooms. Checking silently, Effy lets Emily know that the fight is still going on. Coast cleared, they leave with typically Effy-esque stealth, with not one gaze falling upon their retreating selves.
The halls are almost all empty as they stumble and giggle their way through the labyrinth seeming to unfold endlessly before their feet, until finally, cool air hits them both in the face, and they're out. One final smile thrown at eachother confirms that they've made it out alive.
Satisfied silence descends, and amidst the excitement, their hands lose eachother's touch. They now walk a few inches divided, Effy's hands shoved deep inside her pockets, and Emily's clutching onto her bag.
They say nothing for the rest of the journey, until they reach Effy's home. Emily throws a glance upwards at the worn down building, finding it to represent Effy perfectly.
Then they're inside, hands caught again, being pulled up the stairs, lost in smiles and childish giggles they had both long forgotten.
Inside Effy's room, they stumble over things lying on the floor, getting their feet and ankles tangled in torn jeans and discarded pairs of trainers, until finally, they both collapse onto her bed, letting the laughter pour out of their lungs like much-needed air.
Words fall from their lips, meaning nothing, words they'll forget by morning, just passing away the hours until the sun falls away and darkness washes away the world outside, and all that's left is a sleeping Emily, and a silent Effy, who lays with a smile lingering upon her lips. It's nice, she thinks, but she doesn't want to waste this feeling, let it drift away with her sleepy dreams. She sits herself up, and gazes down at the sleeping girl before her. She's gorgeous, isn't she? Effy presses a soft kiss to her cheekbone, and leaves the room in search of a hot shower.
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Emily doesn't dream. She's glad.
When she wakes, Effy's in the shower across the hall. She knows, because Effy's left her a note, signed with a smiley face and a kiss.
In the shower. Ef x :)
She chuckles at Effy leaving a smiley face in her wake. It seems surreal.
Emily pulls herself out from the warm bed which smells so much of Effy, and drags herself into the shower room. She stops, briefly, just to admire Effy's naked form in the shower, distorted slightly by the steam. Then she continues her task, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, letting it fall away from her shoulders, and starting on her jeans.
She opens the shower door, and steps in. Effy freezes, but doesn't turn herself; she just waits. The redhead slips her arms around the taller girl's waist, letting her fingertips slide across her wet stomach. Effy's head falls back onto Emily's shoulder, allowing Emily access to her shoulder, which Emily takes happily, letting her lips press softly, gently; like they never have before with Effy.
The brunette tries to turn, but Emily's fast in catching her wrists and pinning them to the cool wall of the shower, letting her hands sting as the contrasting temperature sends shocks through her body.
"Don't move," She whispers in Effy's ear, revelling in this role reversal. Emily's hands glide over Effy's curves, letting her fingernails scrape slightly, just enough to make the girl shiver. Emily smiles, and brings her lips back to Effy's shoulder, manipulating the slippery skin beneath them.
Effy's never let anyone have her like this, never let anyone take her this way before. Funny that it's Emily Fitch, the shyest fucking doormat, who gets to take her however she likes.
They fuck slowly, every motion of Emily's hand sliding further down Effy's aching body is languid, well-paced, and teasing Effy to the brink of her sanity.
Finally, Emily's fingers cannot deny Effy what she wants much longer when they hover just above the throbbing center of the girl infront of her. She traces from her hip to the inside of her thigh, drawling lazy circles just to prolong Effy's torture, before she drags her reluctant fingers upwards, and finally, cups Effy, eliciting a sharp gasp.
Her fingers dip inside to find Effy's more than ready, her hot moisture making Emily giddy. She slides her fingertips out, dragging Effy's own juice up to her clit, and sliding her finger over it a few times, experimentally. She's satisfied when Effy's knees wobble slightly.
They find their pace, Emily's fingers pumping in and out of Effy, and occasionally leaving her wet center to toy with her slit, and circle her clit lightly. One hand stays on Effy's hip, just to slow her bucking when necessary.
Effy chases her release desperately, until finally, she catches it, and it washes over her, exploding deep within her stomach, and dispersing throughout her entire body, claiming all her limbs' stegnth. As the brunette's defences are shattered along with her own self, Emily whispers just how much she means to her, and Effy's far too overwhelmed.
It ends with a chasing kiss from Effy's earlobe to her lips, and out of the shower. They help eachother get dry, sharing the fluffy white towel, before disappearing to Effy's bedroom yet again, falling into her warm bed, naked and satisfied.
They fall from consciousness holding hands, with Effy's arm wrapped protectively over Emily's stomach.
Part 5