"Fucking-Ow Emily!" Naomi yelped, cringing into the pain in her stomach.

"The third bloody time this week she's done that" Naomi thought as she wrestled her girlfriend away from the window.

"No! I'm gonna kill them, those complete tits!" Emily screeched, trying to get back to the window, obviously to hurl abuse directly at the offenders that had woken her up by throwing pebbles at their window yet again.

"Ems! Emily! Chill out yeah? You're causing more trouble than they are! If you insist on starting a war can you please take the time to walk around the bed to the window instead of taking the short-cut over me?" Naomi said into Emily's ear as she sat on the redhead's back, pinning her arms down.

"It's 8 in the pissing morning Nai!.......On a Sunday!....Bloody freaks" Emily shouted, sounding muffled through Naomi's pillow.

Naomi patiently waited while her girlfriend angrily muttered into the mattress for a minute or two. She knew Emily had a bad-temper, especially when it came to being woken up. It had taken a while for Naomi to perfect the art of disturbing her sleep in the most...pleasurable way possible. She smirked at the memory and began to reminisce before being interrupted by a muffled yet stubborn; "You can let me up now" from the redhead.

"Have you calmed down?....Okay" Naomi warily stood up and backed away from her, she had a feeling the anger hadn't passed yet.

Emily, still facing away from her sorted her hair out and straightened her vest top she'd slept in.

Naomi had moved against the door and smirked at Emily.

"What?" demanded Emily when she turned around.

"You're cute when you're cranky..." Naomi tilted her head and slapped on a more cheeky grin. Emily growled and leapt at her girlfriend, tickling her furiously. Naomi snorted in suprise and couldn't help herself from bursting out in laughter as she fell on the floor. Then as quickly as the attack had begun it was over and Emily escaped through the door and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

It had been six months since the shed incident where Naomi had poured her heart out to her girl, and yet she had barely scratched the surface of things she loved about her. She was full of suprises. Never a dull moment with Emily Fitch. Rapping on the bathroom door with her knuckles she asked "I take it you're gonna have a shower first then, cow".

She started to make her way down the stairs when she heard Emily's voice calling, "The door's not locked Nai....". Wide-eyed and gleeful Naomi opened the door. Never a dull moment.


"Breakfast!" yelled Emily as she pulled on Naomi's hand. Naomi moaned and dropped the towel she'd been drying her hair with. Allowing herself to be dragged downstairs she sat at the kitchen table and watched as Emily searched through the cupboards.

"Hey Ems, you think you could've worn a shorter t-shirt?" Naomi asked sarcastically whilst staring at her girlfriend's shirt which had ridden up to expose girl-boxers and half her back as she reached for the top shelves.

"Shut up, d'you want me to cook you breakfast or not?", Naomi grimaced as remembered the last meal Emily had cooked.

"Umm, thanks babe but you know, if you want to go travelling again then i have to like....be alive?" she joked, ducking Emily's slap to the back of the head. "Well if you're intent on feeding me this morning could you pour me some Muesli? I'm just gonna give Cook a quick call" the blonde said already dialing.

Cook had been in a juvenile correctional facility since the Police had arrived at John Foster's house. Although Cook had already been on the run and he had beaten Foster within an inch of his life; he hadn't been sentenced to Jail time as his Mother had had a few...friends on the Jury.

The phone rang a few time before being picked up by a member of staff.

"Can i speak to James Cook please?"

"Sure, who's calling?"

"Just tell it's the blonde he'll never get" she smirked into the phone,

"Umm..A Blonde?.....Okay....I'll put you right through"

"Thanks" she said into the hold tone,

There was a pause and the sound of footsteps.

"Naomikins!!!!"

Naomi smiled, showing teeth to the phone "How's it going Cook?"

"Not bad, not bad, how's that Redhed treating ya? You sound tired, she wearing you out already?" it astounded Naomi how Cook could make her blush even over the phone.

"Piss off Cook" She replied jokingly, "So, only 2 months left, how you feeling?"

"I'll miss all the free food they give me here but it's worth giving up for the nights we're gonna have when i get out!" he said loudly.

"Sounds good, i'll get some supplies ready"

"That's my girl!"

"Right, sorry I got to love you and leave you. Emily says my Muesli's getting cold" Naomi said, rolling her eyes at the redhead.

"Cool, you visiting soon blondie? Effy's coming in a few days, catch a lift with her"

"Sure, if i've got nothing better to do of course"

"Of course babe, of course, bring that fiery girl of yours, yeah? I'm telling you, little Cook's dying in here" Cook said dirtily.

"Sorry mate, she's mine. Forever" she replied, winking at Emily who beamed back at her,

"Oh jesus, you soppy shit. What happened to the Hard-ass Naomi Campbell i knew and loved?!"

"She's in here somewhere, don't worry. Right, speak to you soon. Remember, don't drop the soap."

"Fuck off" Cook said playfully, "See you soon mate. Later."

They both hung up.


"Wow, well. Fuck me. Emily can you come here a sec?" Naomi shouted from the hallway. Emily emerged from the garden covered in mud.

"What's up babe?" Emily asked, pushing her hair out of her face with her wrist.

"Mum's in Mumbai and she won 700,000 rupees in a card game. She said she's put half of it in my bank account. How much is that worth?..." Naomi asked.

"Not much i reckon. Isn't a million rupees worth like...twenty pounds or something crap? Babe i got mud in my mouth" Emily squirmed.

"Wow, sucks to be you right now. I obviously can't kiss you now. Hmmm, reaaally sucks to be you" said Naomi wiping dirt off her girlfriend's chin "You're filthy".

"How about another shower?" the redhead asked looking up at Naomi's face with a dirty look.

"Well, i'm meant to be researching Unis but i suppose you've twisted my arm" the blonde replied kissing the redhead deeply.

A loud knocking interrupted them.

"Leave it, ignore them, whoever they are they can just bugger off" Emily said in-between kisses.

"Excuse me! No i will not "just bugger off" Emily Fitch!" shouted a Scottish voice through the door....