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Love on a Train, Chapter Three (Part III)

Title: Love on a Train, Chapter III (Part III)
Author: heather_hogan
Translation: Lily & Kat Fans
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At the moment the captain turns off the lights, the seat belt went on, Emily had taken Naomi's hand firmly but gently to them in her lap at least a dozen times. Naomi understood "is safe to move about the cabin" and "now you are free to move in the lap of your girlfriend," apparently, and as Emily struggled to fit in your seat and adjusting the seat belt, said " This is what makes you rum."

Naomi smiled foolishly, Emily just smiled. "It's not what makes me rum," he said. "It's what you do to me."

Emily smiled back - because she could not help it - and Naomi take that as a invitation to touch her breasts. Emily took her hand to Naomi again and said that this time the stewardess stood before them with the beverage cart.

"Coffee or tea, ladies?" He asked.

"Tea, please," said Emily.

"Do you have vodka?" Naomi asked.

"She does not need vodka," Emily said, clutching the other hand of Naomi, who had begun to travel from his knee to the inner thigh. "She took a cup of coffee."

"With milk and sugar," said Naomi.

"Milk is not only sugar," Emily told the stewardess. "She only drinks soy milk, is lactose intolerant."

"Oh, right. I am. "

Coffee and tea came with crackers, and Emily insisted to Naomi to eat two packages. Needed to keep Naomi's hands busy for a reason. I had to force her to eat for your stomach to absorb the alcohol, for another reason. And she needed to read a stack of papers that the stewardess had left.

"Hmm, no vegetarian food."

Emily looked at Naomi, who was still smiling stupidly crumbs the whole face. "Bastards," Naomi said, getting the last cookie in the mouth.

"You'll be okay if I leave you alone for a moment?" Asked Emily. "I have go get the food to order for you. "

Naomi took Emily's hand and kissed the inside of your wrist. "Let me to order."

"I leave you," said Emily. "Twice. Before leaving home this morning. "

" Let me order again! "

" Naomi! "Emily laughed. "Shh! There are hundreds of people on this plane that do not need to know what makes you rum. "

" What you do to me, "corrected ; Naomi before grabbing the hem of her skirt. Emily caught her hand and put it back in the seat.

"I'll let you order when we get to Goa, all you want."

Naomi Emily released her hand and sighed dra ; cally.

"I have an idea," said Emily, looking at her. "Why not take a nap?"

"I do not want to take a nap, I want to fuck me in November ..."

Emily covered her mouth and looked at Naomi faced warning. Naomi Emily mumbled something but did not move his hand. She whispered louder, and Emily still did not move his hand. Naomi's eyes were above the hand of Emily were clearer and more blue. Emily imagine the sky and the ocean were jealous of Naomi's eyes and the same measure.

"If you take my hand Do you promise to stop screaming" fuck "and" terrorist "? Emily asked.

Naomi nodded.

"And promise you to stop touching me?"

Naomi shook her head.

"Look, as soon as you fall asleep, but soon come to Goa, and as soon as we are in Goa, but soon I'll give you something good and proper" Okay ?

Naomi nodded.

"So I'll remove my hand from your mouth and you tried nap, okay?"

Masy Naomi muttered something tickled the back of Emily.

She smiled. "If, Naomi?"

Naomi Emily nodded and drew his hand.

"I can not sleep without a blanket."

"I know."

Emily got her baggage from the upper chamber and pulled a thin blanket and a pillow. Naomi was capped and concealed his face with a pillow.

"Yuck!" She said, giving Emily the pillow a second later. "It smells like a prostitute; Is it Katie? "

Emily sighed and took the pillow. "Why do not you lay your head on my shoulder, then?"

Finally, a suggestion that Naomi likes. He wrapped the blanket of Emily, and he crouched beside her as best he could.

"You know what I need now," said Naomi.

"If you've made it pretty clear what you want."

"No, that does not ... well, I mean, besides that. "

" What do you need? "

"You know."

"No, I do not know."

"Emily, please," complained Naomi. "I can not sleep without it!"

"Not in a plane full of people."

"Well," Naomi said, leaving your hands free again. "I think I'll have to find another form of relaxation."

"Okay, okay!"

Emily took Naomi's hand and away once Masy interlace your fingers.

"Come on then," Naomi dijo, en el hombro de acurrucándose Emily.

a su alrededor Emily Miro. Demas estaban los pasajeros durmiendo o leyendo. "Estaba segura que el motor del zumbido ahogaría su voz.

"Golden slumbers fill your eyes," suavemente le Canto a Naomi. "Smiles AWAKE you When you rise, sleep pretty darling do not cry, and I will sing a lullabye ..."

Emily felt that Naomi lashes fluttered when he finished his song. Let out a puff of hot air that causes it put goosebumps on Emily.

"I your sweetheart, Emily Fitch?" He asked.

Emily smiled, and kissed his head.

When Naomi was fast asleep, Emily moved her and settling her head on the pillow, putting the blanket on his shoulders. She studied the profile of Naomi in the sky against the window. do not have to give your whole being , Katie had said. You can be careful . But Katie was wrong: Emily was unable to be careful. Naomi giving his whole being was something natural, like the beating of a heart.

Perhaps it was because she was his mate. Maybe it was because she always had shared their memories with someone else. But Emily wanted more. The holes in their knowledge of Naomi, those things were real : people kissing, travel miles, wounds healed, read books, eat ice cream, sunsets, lullabies.

How many people could tell a story of Naomi's memory? Emily wanted to hear all - or read, study its pages, the spaces between each line. She wanted to hear the stories of Naomi's lips, so that together they could unearth treasures that were hidden, forgotten, closed. She wanted to know every thing about the entire life of Naomi Campbell, her memories hold your hand as a promise and worship.

Emily sometimes wondered about Naomi's childhood, about his father, on their birthdays, holidays and their favorite cartoons. Naomi had always said no importance. What mattered was the present. But Emily loved her. Oh, she loved . Care.

She had not shouted from the roof edge not many months ago that everything was fragile, and she had believed at that Naomi had now broken the had broken for ever. But love is not fragile. His idea about love had been fragile. Naomi loved her more now than they had loved before - loved her, not because she's brilliant, intelligent and aloof, but because it maintained its truth, in his hands and was dazzling . Naomi was many things, many contradictions, and wrapped the affections of Emily - Emily's affection only - her life like fire.

Naomi Emily was blamed for deceiving her, had punished the two pushed the edge of his own sanity to try Naomi hurt as deeply as she had done. One afternoon sloppy, sweaty, in exchange for the dark months of punishment that Emily could do. But now, she knew it was not all Naomi's fault. Emily had asked for more. More, more, more. More than Naomi was able to give. Had tried to cage, had tried to force a story called Naomi and Emily , had tried to extinguish the fire of his ambition to hold them together. And in a moment of trying to keep her to herself, Naomi's deception with Sophia.

Naomi Naomi wanted to be, and wanted to learn be Naomi and Emily. Emily wanted to be Naomi and Emily, and needed to learn to be Emily. So I had taken a decision to do something he did not want to do. A Naomi not going to like it, but Emily loved her enough to do it anyway. She could be brave enough for the two, she had been before. He could be patient. Could learn to wait.

Naomi moved and opened his eyes. Wrinkled her nose. "Pillow prostitute!" He said with a frown, throwing Emily before putting his head against the window and fall asleep immediately.

Part IV