There was the flick of a light switch and Katie sighed in relief. Katie leaned in a little closer as she opened the door and Naomi stopped, recognizing the signal for what it was, especially when Katie followed it up with a hesitant, "Naomi…" "Yeah? Your review has been posted. Story Story Writer Forum Community. Her mum's room was quiet and she bumped into things twice, simply because she wasn't as used to the layout, but everything went okay after that. Her eyes scanned his rugged face, his dimples, how soft his lips looked…. Emily returns home and comes out to her family, telling them that she has been having sex with a girl named Naomi.
On Your Knees (1/1)
In Effy , Naomi and Emily sit next to each other in the car on the way to the campsite and also share a tent in the woods. Emily huffed and Naomi would have laughed if her entire being wasn't focused on the fact that Emily had something wrong with her face. She slept at my house. The emotional centre of the previous run was meant to be the love triangle between Effy younger sister of series one star Tony and her sixth-form suitors Freddie and Cook. It was still weird, though, being by herself in an empty house. Emily didn't seem to mind, she just shifted her arm so that Naomi was cradled against her and kept on reading.
On Your Knees (1/1): naomi_x_emily
She gathered her courage and kissed Emily's palm gently before words started tumbling out of her mouth; words that she had to say if she was ever going to stop shaking and questioning her reality. There was a specific reason that Naomi had never felt Emily's face before her mother called it 'face braille', which she found hilarious and Naomi found embarrassing and it was mostly down to self-preservation. At least until Emily grabbed her hands and brought them up to her cheeks, and then her whole body tensed all over again. Naomi wished desperately that a very random and strangely convenient seismic shift would occur in her kitchen, so that the Earth could split in two and swallow her whole. She chopped six lines on the table and got the tequila out, we downed several shots, snorted the coke and then she.
It shouldn't be too hard. She'd changed fundamentally, and all from a simple kiss. Cook looked at her, a very serious expression on his face as he moved closer to her. It was stupid and irrational, she knew, and also something she couldn't control. All she heard was the voice they were said in, and how low and husky it was, and how she could feel the words in every fiber of her being, every atom, practically, when Emily's hot breath ghosted across her lips. She heard yelps from behind her and the clash of what sounded like someone being shoved into the lockers.