Title: In the cold light of morning
Author: S. (~ Changingroom
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chiododabara ~ zeroschiuma ; Fandom: Skins, series 4;
Pairing: Naomily;
Rating: red
Summary: The night was short, the night was intense. The city seemed to swallow as Naomi hungry.
Notesse: mea culpa! What was supposed to be a drabble has become a kind of one-shot short enough to not be defined as such. But it is my opinion that it would be a shame to lengthen or add chapters, then: what's wrong to leave it as is?
The title, of course, comes from In the cold light of morning Placebo. Who does not know shame on you: D I really hope
please greet me, because this is the first female slash I have the balls to write, yay! The beauty is that it was easy to write and that the result is very pleasing to me. Yes, I am satisfied. And more tonight I've been more prolific than ever, ergo I congratulate myself and I go to sleep. Cieeeo.
Naomi wakes up early since he decided to let his hair grow. She sat next to the mirror to comb the strands of her hair blond, then the system colored paper clips or rubber bands, and finally peak or just a little cloud of spray lacquer, hoping that his artistic Composion holds until the last hour of class. Then wait for Emily to wake up to breakfast together. But as he prepares
Naomi reconsiders. It would be impossible not to, in fact.
Think back to any evening, when she wore a green dress and it poured. Think back to the grass just acquired, to the scent of his balm, to light his shoes on the asphalt. At the first public bath, the first barrel closed. A Cook. Tony Stonem in the city.
Think back to when she left that public toilet and Emily had seen her leave a room more beautiful than ever, her firm breasts in a light cotton blouse, her perfumed cunt between the innocent candor of her beautiful legs. He thought it was at home and instead was among drunken people and a great fun without her.
And she was done, more than ever made. And then remember distinctly that she wrote a text message: "I keep my panties as you prefer, Ems, what are you kidding? Take your buttocks in my hands full!" before returning to the ladies' room of the small bar, close the door with lock and drop her panties under the dress. He began to play with his genitals as if Emily was there to look at, beautiful, and without even realizing it reached orgasm, thinking of his nipples red pussy with his tongue.
As soon as he closed the door behind him that filthy toilet felt the vibration of her cell phone in your bag. Read whispering the answer to Emily, who announced to be at home and was praised for her confused with her sister. He added: "what must be done to make such a crab? Back at home, chicken." But
chicken was not ready to go home.
His first thought after realizing that just would not come back home he went to Katie's breasts fuckin ' Fitch and found herself wondering if those were more or less equal to those he loved kissing and the second went to Cook and Tony Stonem, who had seen smoke in the bar before, and the third went to Emily at home lying on her bed with a striped pajamas and wool socks. He thought for a moment that he had better go home: he would get those breasts in his hands and he asked: "How are your sister's breasts? Like yours?", With fingers before penetrating her vagina delicate as it had never been touched. Those things to lose his head.
Then he thought of the school. Then he thought of the drug and was convinced that the case was to obtain another.
The night was short, the night was intense. The Naomi seemed to engulf the city as hungry. There were puddles, broken umbrellas, shards of glass from broken bottles on the asphalt. Naomi saw prostitutes, dogs, graffiti, drug dealers by the wayside. She found herself photographed with her eyes all that remained of one night while it was devastating day.
When he got home it was exactly 6:23 am, he remembered very well, and Emily was sleeping very little in the middle of the bed. Small.
"I promise not to ever think your sister's tits, honey . Although I'm thinking about right now," he whispered to his blissful sleep.
He thinks almost every day. On the phone, drugs, masturbation. And more and more often finds himself thinking that if she stayed with her many things would change.
Many things would get worse.
