A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back and loving the rain (not).

The next chapter of draw back your bow is underway, I wrote it on holiday but my ipad is now refusing to open the original so I have to rewrite, it's proving a bit hard.

In the meantime this is an idea I've had for a while and is just a flimsy (non-existent?) plot that barely masks the smut.

It's short and all from Naomi's pov.

I ran through the list in my head as I placed the vase of flowers down.

Breakfast warming in the oven (ok, so not all of it made it to the oven), check.

Official anniversary present lovingly wrapped (thank you John Lewis), check.

Me wearing some new, very expensive underwear (hopefully not for long), check

Small box containing a ring that holds the key to my future happiness, check.

Girlfriend? Nowhere to be seen.

I poked my head through the door, "Em, breakfast's ready."

I fiddled with the plates on the table, they were fine but my nerves meant I needed something to occupy my hands, hopefully they'd shortly be kept busy elsewhere but until then crockery would have to do.

Emily and I met at university, I was an angry idealist who thought she could change the world one protest at a time, she was a quiet redhead who'd only just managed to remove herself from the shadow of her more confident twin.

I was sitting in the canteen not long after my second term had started. I was spoiling for a fight due to the fact it'd been an open house Christmas at my Mum's and I hadn't managed to sleep in my own bed once. In between mouthfuls of my meagre lunch I was arguing (I know, it's a shocker) with some of my fellow politics students. Things were getting quite heated when a quiet voice interrupted to tell me I'd dropped something in the corridor. I'd been at lunch a while, which gives you an idea how long it had taken her to pluck up the courage to speak to me.

I turned sharply to tell the person attached to the mouse like voice to piss off and came face to face with the woman I instantly knew was going to change my world. I sat there like a total twat, opening and closing my mouth, with absolutely nothing coming out as I drank in her appearance. The red hair, the gorgeous curvy, petite figure but mostly the soulful brown eyes.

She smiled shyly and that was it, I was lost forever.

I didn't care about the sniggers coming from the rest of the table, the whispers that for the first time the unflappable Naomi Campbell was lost for words, I didn't care my lunch was going cold, all I cared about was finding out her name and ascertaining if she'd let me take her out. So I asked and it turned out that yes, Emily Fitch would very much like it if I took her to the cinema that night.

I was so nervous, something that was a totally new experience for me. I was usually brimming with confidence, safe in the knowledge I could pretty much have any girl, even sometimes the straight ones, I wanted if I put my mind to it. But this was different, it wasn't about getting Emily into bed (ok, it wasn't only about that) this already felt like it might be proper relationship territory.

We met up later and after a few drinks went to the cinema. My hands were sweaty as I pushed the money towards the cashier. I'd bought popcorn (from the local corner shop, the cinema prices were ridiculous. See how classy I was? Em had no choice but to fall completely in love with me).

We sat in the darkness of the theatre sharing the smuggled popcorn. Every time our fingers brushed I felt a jolt of something surge through me. I did the cringeworthy yawn and stretch 'oh look my arm seems to have fallen around your shoulder' routine and smiled contentedly as Emily rested her head on my shoulder. I even worked out a plan- first date, take it easy, maybe a kiss and if I was lucky cop a feel of her tits, don't scare her off by trying to fuck her.

So imagine my surprise when Emily's hand found its way to my knee as we watched the film. At first I thought it was accidental, but I quickly disabused myself of that thought when it inched up my thigh, her gaze never left the screen but her breathing slowed as her fingertips were soon pressing somewhere very interesting.

I must have made a slight noise because she looked up, even in the dark I could see the shine in her eyes. Emily always laughs when she recalls the shock on my face. She constantly teases me about the fact I presumed she'd be so innocent (She's not). She leaned over and I can still vividly remember her hot breath against my ear as she huskily told me she was bored and asked if I wanted to go back to hers instead? Popes and catholic, bears and woods instantly sprang to mind.

I was still in a slight daze when I allowed her to lead me out of the cinema into the winter night. She hailed a cab and gave the driver her address. Her hands were shaking slightly as she opened her front door but her confidence returned by the time she turned to me with a smirk and stated she wasn't a fan of coffee (absolute lie, she can't function without it) so could we skip that part?

I barely had time to nod before I was dragged upstairs, not that I needed much persuasion, Emily's door was slammed shut and we had our first kiss. Like all new lovers it started off sloppy and clumsy but this was quickly replaced with raw hunger as our teenage hormones went into overdrive.

Clothes were hastily discarded and soon the springs on her antique bed were squeaking as we got into a frenzied race to see who'd come first. Embarrassingly, I won hands down but it didn't matter as there was a second and a third time that night.

For the next two hazy, sex fuelled days we barely left Emily's room, as well as finding new ways to give each pleasure we also talked and found out things as we got to know each other.

Emily told me she was a medical student, she'd wanted to be a doctor for long as she could remember. She also revealed things about her family, the fact that at first her Mum found it hard to accept she was gay but she was slowly coming round. She was an identical twin, which was ironic because her sister was nothing like her (understatement). She also had a younger brother, who was actually quite sweet even though he was a total perv (understatement number two, James had an imagination even I envied). Her Dad was very protective (ya think?) so her parents had bought the house to keep her and her twin out of halls where temptation or corruption might be.

I'd laughed at that point and asked if I could tempt her a bit more, she stared directly at me as she said corruption sounded like more fun. I was happy to oblige on either count and after we'd both had another delicious orgasm, I told her about me. I started by revealing I didn't have a Dad and I didn't like people getting close enough to hurt me. I could tell Emily was surprised, actually we both were, that I'd opened with something so personal, but I wanted to tell her everything and to know everything about her in return.

I smiled as I explained my Mum had more than made up for not having two parents, that she was a bit mad, but strong and full of annoyingly good advice. Unsurprisingly they hit it off straight away when they met and to this day I'm pretty sure Gina has to remind herself I'm the person she gave birth to.

In another conversation, Emily confessed she'd noticed me at the start of last term, almost as soon as she'd arrived, but had been too shy to speak to me. When I asked why, she explained she'd seen me hook up with people in the student bar and although I hadn't always left with them, it happened more often than not.

She'd always had girlfriends, not many, but she wasn't into casual flings and didn't want to be a notch on anyone's bed post. It wasn't exactly said as a warning, more as a tentative statement of her expectations, but I already knew, even at that early stage, this was something far more serious than any fling. I smiled warmly and said I already knew she was different, that she wasn't a conquest, and I was going to be the envy of the whole campus when they found out.

Emily gave me her magic smile and my fate was sealed.

I was a bit embarrassed as I revealed I'd never had a proper relationship, I'd been happy enough screwing a succession of randoms, there was far less chance of getting hurt that way. Emily asked how I knew I was gay and it was my turn to spill. I told her I developed a crush on my best friend Effy when I was about 12, although it wasn't reciprocated it was my first inkling that I might like girls. I struggled with it for a while afterwards and even had a kiss with a boy as part of some stupid game but it didn't do anything for me.

Confirmation of my sexuality had to wait until I was 15 and Isabella Chambers set her sights on me at her brother's party. Effy had persuaded me to go instead of being a boring and studious wanker (her exact words, she's still a shit best friend with absolutely no tact, although she might have had a point, it was a fucking Friday for Christ's sake, who does their homework then?)

Emily smiled as I explained my rebellion even stretched to, gasp, drinking vodka. I ended up a bit woozy but full of alcohol infused confidence, so when the girl with piercing green eyes who had been staring at me all night came over and introduced herself as Bella, I was more than happy to talk, and flirt, back. We danced for a bit, she kissed me and my head exploded, this is what had been missing from my life.

Fifteen minutes later I reassessed that thought when I found myself lying on her bed, bra and shirt pushed up, jeans and knickers round my ankles as she sucked my tits and plunged her fingers repeatedly into me until a powerful orgasm ripped through my body. The rest of the party was filled with me finding out exactly what lesbians do in bed and by the end of the night, not only was I sated but I was the newest, shiniest recruit to the Baby Dyke club.

Emily and I screwed some more, slept a bit, but by the end of the weekend we made love, soft strokes and gentle thrusts replaced our earlier frantic lunges, tender circles around our clits instead of the previous pressured rubbing. Our eyes never left each other as we found a rhythm, worked each other higher and higher until Emily shuddered beneath me as she came.

I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life, I still haven't.

That was ten years ago. Now? Emily's a qualified doctor, the red hair has been replaced by a far more sensible brown but she's still my fiery redhead in every other sense. As for me, I'm an investigative journalist, I remain an idealist but maybe some of the rough edges have been smoothed off. We've had our ups and downs but we love each other, totally and completely, so nothing else really matters.

But I'm sweating and in a panic because today I'm going to finally ask her to marry me. Our families and friends have been expecting it for a while, which might have made us reluctant to conform. We knew how much we loved and adored each other, so everyone else could fuck right off. But Katie was married, to a poor, unsuspecting but totally tolerant guy called Adam, and I saw Emily stare enviously at her ring each time we met up.

I hear a noise in the hallway. Calm down, calm down, calm down.

I turned and hid the small box.

Emily gasped, "Oh babe, this looks amazing."

I smiled smugly, if she was that impressed with the breakfast the rest of my plans were going to get me so many brownie points.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, "and that underwear, Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

My hands pressed against the worktop as her finger dipped inside my knickers, it quickly connected with my hot wetness.

"What have you been thinking about?" Emily uttered as her finger slid back and forth.

"Our first weekend."

She groaned, "turn around."

I did as I was told and a frown appeared, "You're wearing far too many clothes for it to be be a good sign"

Em pulled away and sighed, "I'm so sorry but I've got to go to work. There's been an accident and half of the staff are off sick, I really wanted today to be something special. Ten years is a pretty big milestone."

"It's ok." I responded.

"No Naomi it isn't. You've gone to all this trouble and all I wanted was to eat breakfast and then spend the rest of the day in bed. I'll make it up to you, I promise." She stated sadly.

I smiled ruefully, "you're saving lives, what's more important than that?"

Emily glanced at her watch, and I could tell she was weighing up her options.

"This has to be quick." Emily stated she re entered my underwear.

My back pressed against the worktop, "really not a problem."

She smiled as she pulled my knickers down and I stepped out of them. "That's better, now spread em Campbell."

I opened my legs.

"You're so fucking sexy." Emily said as her finger resumed rubbing my clit.

I moaned as I pressed myself against her hand, "I aim to please."

Emily smiled, "And you do... frequently."

"I need you inside..." I uttered.

She pushed one then two fingers into me, "I really wish I didn't have to work."

My hips thrust towards her, "so do I. A day of this would be spectacular."

"This is no good, hup." She said with a flick of her head as she withdrew.

I climbed on to the worktop, perched on the edge.

I leaned backwards as she dipped her head and her tongue made contact. A gasp escaped my mouth as she began to flick my clit, I lifted my hips and in response she cupped my buttock before I felt a finger re-enter me.

"Oh fuck..."

Emily moaned, the reverberations rippled through my body, she pushed another finger inside me and hardened her tongue which was now rapidly flicking my clit. My hips rocked as we worked up a rhythm.

"Oh Em..."

Her fingers slid in and out, slowly at first but with increasing speed to match the lapping of her tongue. My nostrils flared as I pushed myself towards her, she moaned again and doubled her efforts.

"Oh yes..." I hissed as she fucked me.

The combination of her fingers thrusting into me and her tongue lashing my clit brought me easily to a climax. The back of my head banged against a cupboard as I panted to get some much needed oxygen.

"I have to go baby, I love you." Emily stated as she withdrew her fingers.

I opened my eyes "I love you too."

She turned back, "I will make it up to you."

I smiled, "I know and now I have the whole day to figure out how."