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Naomi can feel her hands tremble and the glass shakes in her hand. She's staring at her girlfriend who is wearing acrylic nails. She hasn't told Rylie about her stupid fear. She feels a little sad because the design looks so pretty.
Rylie smiles widely seeing her girl sit at the table. Her smile fades a little when she takes notice of how pale Naomi looks. She's about to thread her fingers through Naomi's hair but her eyes widen when the other basically throws herself off the stool.
Naomi feels guilt rush through her. Why am I acting so frightened? It's not like I'm disgusted by the nails. It's just this stupid fear. She then finds herself on Rylie's nap and on the couch. Huh. I must've zoned out again.
Rylie stays quiet. She's still trying to figure out why Naomi seemed so scared. She's about to say something when Naomi beats her to it and explains that she's scared of acrylics and any kind of press ons.
She can't help but let out a laugh of disbelief after hearing that. She honestly thinks it's a silly fear to have. She sees the way Naomi's eyes get wide with hurt and how she blinks back tears. She realizes that she might've fucked up.
He knows he fucked up when Naomi coldly smiles and tells him to kneel. She drops to her knees without a second thought and almost whines at the look of dissatisfaction on Naomi's face.
"I didn't say you should kneel there. Stop being a pathetic cunt." Naomi has a sneer plastered on her face and she points to the area in front of her.
Rylie basically scrambles to where she's supposed to be. She sighs in content when Naomi somewhat harshly grips her chin. He's then asked why his girlfriend is upset. He answers and attempts to touch Naomi but his hand is swatted away.
Naomi can tell that Rylie's knees are starting to hurt because of the way he's tapping at his thighs. It makes a slight echo because of his new nails.
Her voice is shaky as she talks. "The thing wearing your face... the day we ran away, it shoved it's disgusting crude fingers down my throat and tried to pull my tongue out while choking me. Ever since then I've been scared of any kind long nail."
Rylie makes a wounded noise and starts pleading for forgiveness. Apologizing in tears because he can't even stomach the idea of Naomi being hurt with no one to help her.
Naomi interrupts with a soft but scolding tone. "Do you now understand why it was foolish to laugh at my fear?"
Rylie nods furiously with her classic puppy dog eyes. She's lifted up just by a hand cupping her chin. He swears that he'll never laugh at Naomi before anything from her can be said. He pouts when his kiss is rejected but isn't surprised.
He suddenly remembers something and explains. "The ear that the thing bit, for the longest time I couldn't get it pierced because I was also afraid."
Some of the anger that Naomi feels starts to fade and turns into wonder. With curious eyes, she asks how Rylie was able to overcome that fear. She feels a little hopeful when her partner tells her that it was easier than expected.
It takes Naomi a while to be comfortable with overcoming her fear of long nails. Some days it's easier than others. She's currently sitting in a lotus mediation position with her eyes closed. She thinks of what Rylie said.
'You can't let the fear control you. Don't let it suffocate you. It's all in your head.'
When she opens her eyes, she notices Rylie in front of her with some kind of bag. She nods in understanding once she learns that it's Rylie's nail kit.
"Baby these can come off. Please let me know the minute you hate it." Rylie's voice is gentle and she makes sure to kiss both of Naomi's hands.
Naomi reassures Rylie that she'll be fine. That lasts about 10 seconds once the nails are done. She shakes her heads in discomfort and begs for them to be taken off. She feels so silly and stupid.
She brings her knees to her chest and looks out the window. Her voice breaks when she admits that she thought she could handle it. She almost cries at how gentle and reassuring Rylie's voice is. God, thank you for giving me her.
A few nights later and Naomi can't sleep. She keeps thinking about wearing acrylics and not being afraid. She's about to slip out of bed when Rylie's arm tightens around her waist and she makes eye contact with her girlfriend who is looking back at her.
Rylie sleepily smiles. "Whatever's on your mind, we have tomorrow."
Naomi wants to protest but she goes quiet when Rylie's hand starts traveling down. She sighs in half pleasure and half content. Rae always knows how to do exactly what I want.
She doesn't have time for her breath to hitch when two fingers enter her folds because sleep is already taking over her. The next morning she wakes up to the smell of the scones she loves so much. She remembers that Rylie has a day off from work.
Rylie smiles widely feeling Naomi hug her from behind. She hums happily into the eager kiss Naomi pulls her into. She almost chases the kiss when Naomi pulls away.
"I think I have an idea of how I can fully get over this fuckass fear I have." Naomi's voice is breathless and she's looking at Rylie with so much want.
And that's how Rylie finds herself straddling Naomi's lap while being given hickeys and neck kisses. She takes a deep breath so she won't squirm. He then grabs the acrlyic nail for the ring finger and continues his work.
Naomi stares at her nails and doesn't feel a haunting dread. She's overcome with emotion and blinks back a few tears.
She huffs when Rylie tells her it's okay to cry. "You just want to lick away my tears you freak."
Rylie simply grins and slobber kisses Naomi's ear and nose. Her grin widens before asking.
"Didn't I say the fear is all in your head?"
Naomi playfully shoves Rylie before bringing him closer and starts scratching at Rylie's scalp. She raises an eyebrow with a smirk when Rylie lets out a sound mixed between a whine and a moan. She realizes that she can use her new nails to her advantage.