[Left Phalange]

Right, last chapter for the day xD
I got into this a LITTLE too much.
Which is probably a tad worrying =P But.

And this chapter has *Adult* content ;) Lawlz.


Chapter Nine

For the next few weeks, Naomi and I darted round the subject of what had happened, although I desperately wanted to talk about it; to tell her I wanted it to happen again. However, I felt it best for her to broach the subject with me first when she felt comfortable. However, more weeks passed and it was as if it never happened.

It was all I could think about and I was barely affected by the food I had to eat or the weight I could feel and see I was putting on. I didn’t sleep, barely talked. All I could think about was her. I wanted to be with her all the time. Hold her. Fall asleep with her. Never let her go.

A little over a month had passed when I was sat in our room. I was listening to music through my headphones when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see Naomi had barged into the room and slammed the door, staring at me and breathing heavily. I removed the headphones and set it down on the table beside my bed, turning it off and watching her, willing her to speak to me.

“I can’t do this anymore, Keira,” she whispered. “I can’t walk around pretending nothing happened between us. The moment I set eyes on you I wanted to kiss you, I can’t believe I held back for that long. Especially when we were alone.”

She waited for my reaction, but I couldn’t speak. So she continued, “To you, that might have been a one-off thing. That’s okay, but I’d rather you told me now. Thing is, Keira, I feel like I’m falling in love with you. And I know this is all happening so fast, but life is so short isn’t it?”

I was still stuck for what to say. She sighed and turned to leave, but I leapt up and grabbed her hand, twisting her back round to face me. She smiled and kissed me again, more confident this time, wrapping her arms around me and pushing me gently towards my bed. We collapsed onto it together and I ran my fingers through hers, gripping them tightly as her lips traced my throat. Suddenly, she got up and beckoned me towards her bed, which she then started to move to block the door. We giggled as we moved it across the door, like we were a couple of five-year-olds playing a naughty game we didn’t want our parents to know about.

We moved back towards the other side of the room again, but didn’t quite make it as Naomi fell to the floor, pulling me down with her. I landed on her, unable to contain myself and kissed her harder than before. She leaned into me, showing me she was willing and I began to unbutton my shirt, as she pulled her own over her head. I kissed her chest and her stomach, tracing my finger across each scar, each bone, each element of her illness.

Before I knew it, we had switched places and my back was against the carpet as her lips kissed all over my body, slowly getting lower and lower. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed against my skin, sending shivers up my spine as goose bumps erupted all over me.

I don’t know how long we were rolling around on the floor for, it felt like forever, but it was all over too quickly. Eventually we were back in my bed, under the sheets with Naomi curled up in my arms. She was snoring gently and I looked at the floor. At the bombshell we had created; clothes were strewn everywhere and I smiled to myself. I looked over at the clock. 11pm.

“Naomi,” I whispered. She didn’t answer. I nudged her and said her name again. She stirred and twisted round to face me.

“Hmm?” she murmured, eyes still half closed. I kissed her again and her whole body turned to lean into mine. I pulled my lips away from hers.

“I love you too,” I whispered.