A/N: Hello, wonderful people!
Let's see how we go with this, shall we?
This is the first chapter in the sequel to The Secret Life Of Emily Fitch. I highly suggest that if you have clicked on this by mistake, you go and read that tale first, because this one follows on from that one, and some of it might not make sense. Though, I'm told you may need to develop a cigarette habit to do so, and possibly several cold showers while doing so... So, good luck, yeah?
For those of you who have, welcome to this story. Its start takes place about six months (give or take) after the ending of TSLOEF, in which you will recall, Naomi challenged Emily with teaching the former her wicked ways, as it were. So, we pick up the story some months later, and you will see from its first chapter that Naomi has picked up a trick or two from Emily.
That said, this chapter requires a Cigarette Warning™, because if you are going to follow a smutty tale, why not open the first chapter of part II with smut?
(Couldn't resist, really!)
On with it, then... I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Nope. Any and all typos..deal with it!
(Naomi POV)
I stared across the table at blue eyes that, I'm told, are striking like mine yet in a completely different way. And though these eyes are not related to mine, like my mother's, they still have a way of seeing more into me at the best times, and right through me at the worst.
"Can't you just mind your own fucking business for once?" I asked Effy, before nibbling on a corner of toast.
"Naomi, I spent two HOURS on the phone with Gina this morning, yeah?" Effy lamented. "Not that I don't enjoy talking to her, but I ended up being two hours late for work. You and I both know Cook is flexible, but it was very busy this morning, and he was really pissed off."
"And what's that got to do with me?" I asked.
"Have you checked your phone? Or were you and Emily too busy wasting away in shagsville?" She asked, looking towards the bruise on my neck where Emily had been sucking a few hours earlier.
I shot her a look, and then pulled my phone out of the pocket of my hoodie. "I need to buy a scarf..." I muttered, as it checked my phone. Three missed calls, all from my mum's number. Christ. "Is she ok? Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"No, she's fine, actually. She just misses you. When was the last time you actually spoke to her?"
I thought for a moment as I bit my bottom lip. "Erm..."
"If you have to think about it, it's been too long, Naoms. She says she hasn't heard from you in months, and hasn't even seen you since the last time you went to Bristol and had lunch." Effy said.
My phone then rang in my hand. "Shit." I mumbled, as it answered the call. "Hi, mum..." I said, as Effy smirked wordlessly at me.
"Do you know how bloody hard it is to get a hold of my daughter these days?"
"Mum-"
"Anyone would think you had forgotten about her! Is that the way I raised you?"
"No, mum, I-" I protested.
Effy got up and looked at me as if to say 'I told you so', before walking into the kitchen, to which I gave her the finger. "Naomi Campbell, what have you been up to? Too busy to call your mother, obviously."
"I'm sorry, ok? It's been a...busy couple of months."
"So Effy told me this morning. And it's been six. Why didn't you tell me you quit your job? I thought you liked working at Dewey!"
"It's a long story, mum. I'm sorry I haven't been in contact, I've just not stopped much lately."
"Mmhmm. A likely story. Well, I want the details, you're coming up to dinner tonight and I'm not taking no for an answer."
"But, mum-"
"I said I'm not taking no for an answer, Naomi!"
"I've already got plans tonight, mum." I protested, again, in vain.
"Well, change them! Or better yet, bring her along!"
My eyes widened, and I looked up at Effy, who was still smirking at me from the doorway. I narrowed my eyes at her and covered the mouthpiece. "You told her about Emily?!" I hissed. Effy shrugged, and went off to sit on the sofa. "Uh..."
"Splendid! I'll come and pick you up from the station at five, so that will give you plenty of time. You know you're both welcome to stay, too. See you soon!" Mum said, and the line clicked and switched to the engaged tone.
I looked at my phone as the display signified "Call ended." Bollocks.
I stood up and went into my room, packing a change of clothes into my satchel before going back into the sitting room. "Why did you tell her about Emily?" I said, crossly folding my arms and attempting to look as pissed off as I felt.
"Why didn't you?" She asked, as I groaned.
"Because..." I said, before pausing and sighing. "It was just easier, that's all. You know what Gina's like. She'll make a huge fuss over her."
"Yes, and I tend to agree with her, you haven't seen her in months, Naoms. She loves you and just wants to catch up." Effy said. "Besides... It's about time you introduced your girlfriend to your mother."
"Effy..." I said, looking nervous.
"Oh come on, Naoms. Grow a pair, yeah? I'm sure you and Emily can survive one night without shagging each other to death."
"OI! It's not every night-"
"Yeah, right. 'Oh god, oh Christ...oh, Emily!' ...that wasn't you the other night?" She smirked.
I scowled at her. "Fuck off." I muttered, as I picked up my keys and went out the door, closing it behind me. I pulled my phone back out of my pocket and thumbed a quick text.
"Change of plans tonight... I'm coming over to explain. xNaomix"
I sent the message and my phone rang a few moments later.
"Hey." I said, answering the call.
"Is everything ok, beautiful?" Emily asked.
I sighed. "Yeah, but if I stay at home right now, I may have to defend myself for attempted murder."
Emily laughed, the husky tone of it making me shiver. "What did Effy do now?"
"Trust me, I'll explain when I get there. I'll see you soon."
"Ok... Just, stay calm, ok? I love you."
"I love you too, Emily."
"Bye, beautiful." She said, before hanging up.
Because I was so annoyed at Effy, I made it to Emily's quicker than I expected to. I knocked on the door, and heard Emily say that it was open, so I let myself in, finding her sitting on the sofa watching television.
"Anything good on?" I asked, dropping my satchel by the door.
Emily smiled up at me from the sofa. "No, but it doesn't matter, because my favourite beautiful woman just walked in the door." She said, as I sat down next to her, slipping my arm around her shoulder. She turned her head and kissed me slowly. "Hello again." She said, softly. "So, what's the drama?"
"You know how my phone kept ringing this morning, and you begged me to ignore it?" I asked, trying not to get distracted by the memory of Emily's fingers threaded through my hair as my tongue was persistently stroking her clit.
"Mmm, yes, I remember..." Emily said, dreamily.
"It was my mother calling."
Emily's eyebrows raised. "Oh." She said, a slight smirk on her face. "Uhm... Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, fine...but..." I trailed off, trying not to bite my bottom lip in front of Emily. I sighed again. "She then called Effy, I guess she quizzed her about why I haven't seen or called her in months... She wants me in Bristol for dinner tonight."
"Oh." Emily said, looking a little disappointed. "I guess you should go, then..."
"That's not all... I think Effy told her about you and me, because she wants you to come, too." I said, nervously. "You don't have to, and I'll understand if you don't want to-"
"I'd love to." Emily said, gently cutting me off.
"You would?"
"Beautiful, your face is a picture of nervousness and fright. Relax, yeah?" Emily chuckled. "I don't mind, in fact, it's about time I met your mother, don't you think?"
I shrugged. "I haven't met yours."
"Because mine is a raging homophobe who doesn't accept me, and she wouldn't give you the time of day." Emily pointed out. "From what you tell me, yours is the total opposite. Really, babe... I'd love to come."
"Are you sure?"
Emily laughed. "Yes! Honestly, you're being silly..."
I sighed. "Ok... But don't say I didn't warn you, she can be a bit overbearing."
She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, the action of which served to settle my nerves a little. "Is that better?" She said, once our lips had parted.
"Mmm...maybe another one...?" I murmured.
She pulled me closer and kissed me again, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me down as she stretched out on the sofa. "How about now?" She asked, as I nestled my head into her shoulder.
I closed my eyes and sighed gently. "Yeah, a little." I replied, as she stroked her fingers through my fringe. "There's a train at three."
"Hmm." She murmured, kissing me again softly. "Why are you so nervous, beautiful?" She stroked her fingertips down my cheek.
"I'm not." I replied.
"Naomi... You are." She said, gently.
I closed my eyes briefly and then opened them again. "She fusses over me... It's embarrassing."
"She's your mum." Emily said, softly. "She's supposed to fuss over you!"
"It just makes me uncomfortable."
Her brown irises met mine as she looked into my eyes. "I fuss over you, too." She said softly, tracing her fingertips over my shoulders. "Are you saying that's uncomfortable?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, of course not... That's different." I said. "You know it's not the same, Ems."
She slid her arm across my stomach and hugged me close. "I know, it just doesn't make sense to me, that's all."
Then, I began to understand a bit. "Because of your own mother?"
She nodded. "You've told me your mum gave you a fairly relaxed upbringing... Mine in comparison, well..."
"You have a point." I conceded. "Sorry for complaining."
Emily shook her head. "Don't be, beautiful." She said. "Besides, it'll be fun to get away, even if it's just for a day."
"Uhm... We're welcome to stay over. If you want." I said, kissing her neck.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yeah, mum sort of insisted."
"Oh... Well, I'd better pack something then." Emily grinned.
"Clothes, yeah? Not the bag of tricks." I stressed.
"Perve." Emily laughed and poked my shoulder. "Of course I meant clothes, beautiful."
I smiled. "Don't forget, Fitch, I know what you are like."
"Mmm... Don't forget I know what you're like, too..."
I felt myself blushing. "Well... You do bring it out of me, babe."
"Judging by this morning, I'd say I'm doing a good job of it... Seems arguing the law isn't the only talent your tongue has." She smirked.
"Emily..." I said, feeling the arousal begin in the pit of my stomach.
"Mmm... That was what you spelled out on my clit with your tongue, wasn't it?" She asked, though her devious smirk belied her innocent tone. I looked into her eyes, watching as her pupils grew wide, and I knew I was lost. I scrambled up off the sofa, and took Emily's hand, pulling her up too. "You've got that look in your beautiful eyes, Naomi..." She said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Yes." I said. "I could strip you right here and fuck you on the sofa..."
"But, you won't?"
"No." I said. "I have something else in mind." I added, raising my eyebrows not once, but twice. I placed my hands on Emily's shoulders and turned her to her right. "Bathroom. Now." I ordered.
She led the way and I followed her, unzipping my jacket and shrugging both it and my shirt off my shoulders, dropping them to the floor as we went, and reached for the bottom of Emily's shirt, quickly removing it from her as she gave a surprised yelp. I unclipped my bra and slid it off my shoulders, and by the time I reached for Emily's, she had stopped in front of the bathroom counter. She pulled me to her and kissed me passionately, my hand gripping at her waistband, fumbling with her buttons.
"How does you... warning me off packing stuff... lead to this?" Emily asked, between breathless kisses as we both began to push each other's jeans down off our hips. I leaned down and began to suck on her pulse point. Her hands gripped at my waist and she groaned.
"No idea..." I muttered, moving my hands under her arse and lifting her up onto the counter. She leaned back and I kissed and licked down her body, pausing to pay attention to her nipples. I took one between my teeth and nibbled it gently.
"Jesus, beautiful..." She muttered, her fingers threading through my hair.
I continued my way down until I was kneeling, pulling Emily's legs over my shoulders. I kissed up her thighs and paused to meet her eyes with mine. She looked down at me with the same sense of wonder she always did, and I turned my head, not breaking eye contact, to kiss her thigh once more. "Grab the edge of the counter." I said, keeping my voice low.
She did as I told her, and I turned my attention to her glistening folds, wasting no time in spearing my tongue between them. She inhaled sharply as my tongue made contact with her clit, flicking against and caressing the sensitive bud. "Mmm... You feel so good..." She moaned, her hips gently rocking towards my tongue. I slid my tongue down and inside her, tasting more of her on my tongue as she moved closer. I traced her folds with my tongue back to her clit and teased her entrance with my fingers, slipping two of them inside her and feeling her warmth around them. "Oh fuck..." She gasped, thrusting her hips towards me as I resumed lapping at her clit with my tongue, using its roughness all over her and making her moan louder.
I slid my fingers out and then pushed them back in deeper, knowing she was getting closer from the quickening pace of her gasps and groans. I curved my fingers upwards each time I slid them out and flicked my tongue faster over her clit, her husky moans sending shocks through my body as she quaked above me. It wasn't much longer before the sounds from her reached a peak and she stiffened and shuddered, leaning her head back against the mirror and crying out loudly.
"Jesus, Naomi..." She said, breathlessly, as I lifted her legs down off my shoulders and stood up, disengaging my fingers and pulling her still panting body into my arms, kissing her deeply. She whimpered against my lips as one of her hands gripped the back of my neck and the other rested on my back. Once her lips left mine, she nestled her head into my chest and I held her close for a long while, stroking my fingers through her hair as her breathing settled. Finally, she sighed against my skin. "Oh, I've created a monster." She laughed, a little nervously.
I gave a wicked half-chuckle. "Possibly." I said, as she kissed my neck softly.
Emily leaned her head back as a sly grin crossed her lips. "Have we time for a shower?" She asked, biting her bottom lip. She was so cute when she did that, so innocent looking, in spite of her dominant leanings.
"Oh, I think so..." I replied.
She kissed me passionately. Enforce she spoke again. "Good... Get your sexy arse into that shower cubicle... Right. Fucking. Now." She said, her commanding tone knocking her innocence out of my thoughts completely.
Who was I to argue, when I belonged to Emily Fitch mind, body and soul?
Half an hour later, we both emerged satisfied, squeaky clean and towelled dry. Emily packed some clothes into a bag, and called a taxi. We made it to the station with enough time to get tickets, and then got onto the train and found our seats. It was a shorter trip than when we went to Wales together, so we were in a normal carriage, which was mostly empty. I sat by the window, with Emily sort of cuddled into my side, my arm around her shoulder. While the sex we had these days was nothing short of being as passionate and explosive as it was when we first met, the other times we were around each other, when we weren't working, or shagging, we were content to just be cuddled up together, whether it was watching a movie, or travelling somewhere.
"How is it I'm only now meeting your mother?" Emily asked me, as we rolled through the countryside.
"Erm... I'm not sure, to be honest. No doubt I'll get a bollocking for not keeping in contact all these months... And for quitting my job." I said.
"She knows about that?"
"Thanks to Effy, yeah. But you know what she's like...when I asked her about telling mum about you, she just shrugged and smirked at me." I replied.
"Ah, that sounds like Effy."
"Yeah, leaving me to deal with the fallout..."
Emily giggled. "Oh come on, she's not that bad."
"Mmm, why d'you think I left and came to yours? I didn't want to do something I might later regret." I laughed.
"Prison greens wouldn't suit you, beautiful. Besides, I'd miss you terribly." Emily smirked.
"And I you, babe." I said, kissing her softly.
A middle aged woman in the seat across from us cleared her throat, and looked at us with disapproval. I looked back over at her and raised my eyebrow. "Yes? Can I help you with something?" I said.
"You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves, carrying on in public like that." She said, sternly.
"Oh, really?" I said. "How about you just mind your own business? We aren't bothering you directly, so you have no real reason to comment, other than to discriminate, which is illegal... So, go fuck yourself, yeah?"
The woman looked at me blankly and picked up her handbag, stood up, and went to the other end of the carriage, sitting facing away from us.
"Tosser." I muttered. Emily looked at me and then got a fit of the giggles. "What?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing... Just the look on her face was priceless, that's all." She replied, before she yawned a little.
"Are you tired?" I asked.
"A little bit... You sort of did keep me up a lot of the night..."
"I didn't hear you complaining..." I replied, a smug smirk on my face.
"Perve." She said, with a gentle dig to my ribs.
"Ow!" I laughed.
"You don't mind if I rest a bit?" She asked.
"Of course not, babe. Go ahead."
She slid her arm across my stomach and nestled her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, and I gently stroked my fingers through her fringe and kissed the top of her head. "Mmm." She murmured, and not long after, she was dozing in my arms.
The day I won Emily's case for her, was the first day of what became something wonderful between us. The months that followed, were some of the best months of my young life so far, and if didn't regret a single minute of them. There were times that were professionally hard, but that was the risk I took, quitting my job at Dewey and joining Emily's company. I adopted a fairly steep learning curve, and even though I spent a lot of my spare time reading, Emily was patient, and didn't make too many demands of me in our relationship in terms of spending time together.
We missed each other greatly while I was spending night after night in my bedroom, in my flat, studying the ins and outs of corporate law. I had decided that I needed to go back and get some formal education on the subject, seeing as my training had been in criminal law to begin with. I'd always planned to specialise, though not as quickly as being barely a year out of uni and suddenly finding it necessary. I eventually realised that it was going to take me another two years of studying, part time, to get my qualifications in order. The HR department at Fitch Holdings eventually hired another lawyer to fill out the department, and I mixed theory while studying, with some excellent on-the-job experience, attending lectures two days a week.
Some weeks, Emily and I didn't see much of each other, except for at work, and you would think that it would cause our relationship to suffer, but it didn't. In fact, it strengthened our friendship quite a bit. We became closer than we had been, I think, and it proved to us both that our relationship was built on something more than just sex. She still knew how to make me shiver, though, and taught me a thing or two (or more) about dominance. It turned out that Emily became more of a switch than even she realised, which we spent one long night having a very deep and meaningful conversation about.
For me, it threw my mind open completely, once I realised my own nature, Emily having teased it out of me piece by piece, orgasm by delicious orgasm. The way we played just felt so right to me, that I'm not sure if it had been any other way, whether we would have grown so close. We talked at great length that night, about ownership. Neither of us felt it right to say that we owned the other, because we were people, not objects.
"You own an object, not a person." We had concluded.
So instead, we said that we belonged to each other, because we didn't want to think of each other as an object, we wanted to still keep it human and remain people, along with Emily wanting us to both be equal. Calling Emily mine felt right to me, just as it did her to call me hers. The deep bond we had developed made it feel wrong to use any other term.
As the train rolled into the outskirts of Bristol, I was nervous about seeing mum. In all honesty I'd totally forgotten to call her and tell her what had been happening, because I'd just been so busy with everything. And no, before you wonder, it wasn't because every spare minute not working was spent indulging Emily's deviously sexy mind, or learning about my own. What, you though I was still meek and naïve? Haha... Not so. The night after the win against Bailey Beverages, when Emily fucked my brains out after giving me the first of many tips I later learned, I will never forget. The information, she told me later that night, was a core set of skills that would serve me well. And she was the best teacher I could have had.
But, I'm digressing.
It took me a while to realise I'd been in denial about myself for a very long time. My mum had suspected I might be gay when I was a teenager, and while she told me there was nothing wrong with it and it was normal, I was a bit repressed, I suppose. I hated labels, and didn't feel comfortable wearing that one, or any other one for that matter. I didn't care what people thought, and I still don't, I suppose. Back when I was sixteen, I was more interested in my education than figuring out my sexuality, but now that I look back, I suppose I was always gay... It wasn't just the unsatisfying attempts at sex with boys whom I didn't have any interest in. It's always the benefit of hindsight that makes you see things more clearly, and now I saw it as clear as day. I just hated stereotypes, with society and the world as a whole needing to pigeon hole everything. Do I look like a fucking jar?
The only thing was, I hadn't confessed any of it to my mum. I was still slightly annoyed at Effy, because I didn't believe in outing people. It's something personal, and I don't find it fair. I know she probably didn't intend for it to come out, but she's the sort of person who lets you figure yourself out, giving subtle (as a brick to the tits) clues. But, who knows, maybe she was miffed at me not having to spoken to Gina for so long, and wanted to get back at me a little.
Nice one, Stonem.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the next station is Bristol, and the end of the line. Would all passengers please make sure you have your belongings as you leave the train."
I gently nudged Emily awake. "Babe... We're here."
Emily opened her eyes, looking sleepy, and she yawned and stretched, giving out an adorable whimper as she did so. "Bristol?"
"Yes."
"Mmkay."
The train pulled in, and we made our way out onto the platform, where I spotted mum waiting on a bench. She saw us, and stoked up, immediately rushing towards us. "Shit... Sorry in advance, Ems..." I mumbled.
"Naomi! There you are, love!" Mum said, as she pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.
"Urgh! Mum!" I exclaimed, squirming out of her death grip. I heard Emily snickering beside me.
"So? Who is this?" Mum said, thankfully releasing me, and turning her attention to Emily.
"Mum, this is Emily. Emily, this is my mum." I said, making the nervous introduction.
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Campbell." Emily said, extending her hand.
"Hello, Emily." Mum said, smiling widely. "Please dear, call me Gina. Mrs makes me feel far more important than I need to be..."
"Alright then... Gina." Emily replied.
"Ok, you two... Let's get on, shall we?" Mum said, taking Emily's bag and beginning to walk out of the station. "Emily, perhaps you can tell me why I haven't seen or heard from my daughter in more than six months..."
"Christ." I muttered, nervously.
Emily took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently. I looked at her, and she looked back with an amused smile. "I think she's lovely." She said. "Come on." She began to pull me towards the station exit. "It'll be fun!"
"Says you, you've only just met her!" I sulked, as I walked behind her, trying to calm myself with a simple reassurance.
It was only one night...
A/N#2: I realise there was a distinct lack of Gina Campbell in TSLOEF, because it was mainly a story about Naomi and Emily's relationship and how it progressed. They were consumed with each other, so much that Gina got a little...neglected. Oops.
Anyway... Let me know your thoughts... Reviews are most welcome, even in the nail biting business of starting a new tale.
More soon! I am going to try and work on updating other stories (no, really) as well as developing an suggestion for a one shot that I got as a comment... And the more i think about it, the more it relates to TSLOEF.
Confused? Yeah, so am I...
Until next time...
~GN~ xo
