A/N: Because I just can't seem to stop myself from writing new stories, and I don't have anything else ready to post at the moment except for this new project I'm writing, I figured I'll be nice and gift you with the start of it. This one is going to be about as experimental as TI in nature, and is a little less... ordinary in terms of subject matter and plot. (as if TI was ordinary by any means...ha!)

All I will say about this story is... it's not quite Fifty Shades of Naomily, but something more or less along those lines. But much better written, and less laughable clichés and cheesy references to inner goddesses. And I hope, unique, in its own way.

Right, so... on with it then...

Oh, bit of a Cigarette Warning™ for this one towards the end. Why not open something with a bang?

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Highly unlikely that I ever will. Any and all typos blah blah blah total accident.

(Emily POV)

There are people... who lead double lives.

I'm not talking fairy tale superhero stuff about Rebecca Buck and her alter ego Tank Girl, I'm talking about people who through necessity lead double lives, because their true selves are something that the mainstream parts of this world do not understand correctly.

My name is Emily Fitch, and I lead one of those double lives.

No, I'm not a superhero, so you can stop fantasising about me wearing something made of brightly coloured, tight fitting (and flattering) spandex.

I'm serious. Stop it. *raises eyebrow*

Anyway... I work as an executive manager at a marketing company. It's a normal, respectable job, I make enough money to be comfortable, and it fills my days with something to do. It's not really what I envisioned myself doing, but hey ho... I'm good at it, so I guess it's not all bad.
Now, I could tell you a whole load of bollocks about my job, the ins and outs, as it were, but I reckon that's a bit boring, don't you? I mean, anyone can prattle on about what fills their days, and I assume it's the stuff of many a good story for many people. But the story I want to tell you is a little different. Actually, it's probably very different to any other story of its kind that you've heard, but I digress.

I should just get on with it, shouldn't I?

Right, then...

It was a Friday night when I met her. My twin sister had dragged me out for a night of clubbing, despite my protests. Katie never could take no for an answer when it came to drinks, a bit of dancing and the prospect of a selection of hot boys to shag. While my sister might raise her own eyebrow at my own...tastes...if she knew... she, putting it bluntly, was the sluttier one out of the two of us. Don't get me wrong, I loved her all the same, but wow, you'd never find me shagging a bloke against the wall in the back alley behind a nightclub.

"There's a time and place for that, Katie, and an alley way isn't it..."

"Jesus, Ems, you're such a prude sometimes!"

If only she knew.

Soon enough, she found some guy to dance, or snog... or whatever... and I was left to my own devices at the bar, nursing a double vodka. I could finally relax in this state...and be more myself. Sometimes, living a double life... well, it's really a triple life, isn't it? The executive in me would raise my eyebrow at the obedient twin in me, and the obedient twin would stare in shock at the true part of me that I only share with those whom I feel completely comfortable around.

No, my sister isn't one of those people. I suppose you could say, my upbringing had a lot to do with my true self. I spent many years living in Katie's shadow, her being older, though only by a few minutes, was something that she never let me forget. She spent our teenage years keeping her control over me, I was always in sight, but not... I spent a lot of time being rarely noticed by friends, and Katie had a way of monopolising conversations. I guess, in a way, it gave me a general desire to be heard, to be noticed. To exert my own sense of control over my life.

The other thing you need to know about me... I'm gay. That was one of the first assertive things I admitted to myself, and my family. Let's just say, it didn't go as expected. My mum freaked out, and she has never accepted it. My dad thought I was joking, but when it was clear that I wasn't, well, he never really understood it. So long as I was happy, that's all he cared about. Our younger brother James just became even pervier at the news, and the first thing he did was get on the phone to his creepy mate Gordon McPherson and tell him, which earned him a clip around the ear from both me and Katie. And a trip to the naughty bar off dad. Katie couldn't comprehend how a girl would want to have sex with another girl, and it took her a while to come around.

Knowing Katie's personality, I think she was worried that people would think the same of her. A logical thought, I suppose, being twins... people think you are identical in every way. The thing is, we weren't even completely identical. The physical differences were subtle, but they existed. But looking almost similar was where it ended, obviously. As we progressed through our teens, Katie became the more dominant out of the two of us, and that lasted up until my frank dinner table confession about my sexuality at seventeen. After that, she demonstrated less control over me, and I was finally allowed to take that control for myself.

That, was particularly liberating. It always is, when you desire something for so long, and then you suddenly find you have it... it's like freedom. I finally had the freedom to be in control of the direction of my life. I started to be more assertive at that point, too... sticking up for myself, where previously I might have deferred to Katie, or simply not spoken up.

But, I really do digress.

I finished the double vodka in front of me, and ordered another from the bar. It had been a long week, but getting drunk wasn't my idea of fun this evening. A couple to loosen me up a little, sure... but I wasn't planning to wake up hungover, with my tongue all furry and tasting like a mouldy gym sock. No, I was in the mood for some human contact. However, I daresay I got more than I bargained for, when I lifted my head and spotted a woman at the other end of the bar, who looked almost lost in this setting.

She...was beautiful. She was taller than me, with shoulder length blonde hair. She wore a figure hugging black dress, under a dark blazer, and had a necklace with a pendant hanging down her chest, and sitting between two perfect breasts, just drawing the eye right to her cleavage. I watched her appreciatively for a few moments, letting my eyes rake over her body. She wasn't just beautiful, she was totally and gut-clenchingly fucking gorgeous, and I don't deny that it made me feel things I hadn't felt... ever. I wanted her, but not like I had ever wanted any other woman.

Relationships... Hmm. I had always had an impersonal quality to my relationships. They weren't romantic, as such. It wasn't that I didn't understand love, because I did. I'd fallen in love once... with a girl at college. I adored her, actually, if the truth be told. I made friends with her, but she didn't feel the same way as I did about her, so it never went any further than friendship. It taught me a lot, though... unrequited love is never that good, though, and it eventually caused a rift between us, and we stopped speaking after the first year. I learned quickly, after that, to keep my heart to myself. At the time, love wasn't gratifying for me. After being rejected like that, I guess I licked my wounds a bit, and never actually let myself love anyone. Katie told me I was being stupid, but I argued back that it was my life, and she shouldn't interfere with it. Strangely, or not, she shut up about it after that...

As impersonal as I kept it, a girl still has needs. Life is a journey of discovery, sex is no different, and neither was I. Some of us never discover things past our own bedrooms, some of them discover with others, some of us alone. Then, there are some of us who find they need to exercise control in all areas of their life, not just with job, friends and family... but also with a partner. Sometimes, it's about finding someone who is willing. Willing enough to surrender their own control, and experience something different to what they are used to.

This girl at the end of the bar... something about her called out to me. I couldn't tell you what it was, but the moment I let my eyes wander over her form, I felt a twinge inside me that I hadn't felt since I was a teenager. Butterflies in my stomach, and further south of that, too. And then, she lifted her head, and turned to look at me. I felt a shock pass through me as our eyes met. She looked at me curiously, like she wasn't quite sure what she was looking at. I could tell that she was nervous and feeling out of place, like she didn't belong, somehow. So, I did what anyone would do, I suppose... I walked over to her.

I looked at her almost empty glass, and back up at her. I leaned close to her, my lips close to her ear. "Buy you another?" I said, loud enough for her to hear me over the music. I pulled back and she looked at me with bright, icy blue eyes, and nodded. "Vodka?" I asked, and she nodded again. I smirked, and lowered my eyes briefly before signalling the bartender for two more drinks. "I'm Emily." I said, leaning close to her again.

"N-naomi." She replied, nervously.

"Pleased to meet you, Naomi." I replied. "If you don't mind my saying, you look a bit uncomfortable."

She blushed, and it was beautiful. Everything about her was, and the simple reaction of the pink across her cheeks took my breath away, even in the subdued lighting of the club. "I've never been here before." She said. "I'm not even sure what I'm doing here, actually... My flatmate, well... she's my best friend... she made me come out because she didn't want to see me moping around the flat again." She explained. "But this...isn't really me."

"You don't like to dance?" I asked.

Naomi shrugged. "I've never..."

I raised my eyebrow. "Seriously?" I said, and she nodded, meekly. "Oh, well, that won't do..." I said, as the bartender placed another two double vodkas in front of us. "Come on... drink up, and come and dance with me." I raised my glass to my lips, draining half its contents.

"I've got two left feet." Naomi muttered. "I'd be shit at it."

I chuckled, and leaned close to her again. "Honey, I don't care. You're coming to dance with me, because if you don't... I'll be disappointed." I said, as I slid my hand across the small of her back. "Two left feet be damned." I added. "Drink up."

She stared at me with her crystal blue eyes. They were as gorgeous as the rest of her. Bright blue, with a dark ring around the edge that highlighted them, somehow making them stand out more than their clear colour. Those eyes did not leave mine, as she drank the vodka down in one go. The chilled alcohol settled on her lips and her tongue slipped out to lick them clean. I raised my eyebrow, and smirked a little, before taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.

It was packed, for a Friday night, to the stage where there was very little elbow room. Did I mind? Not...one...bit. There was a feeling that passed through me, as I pulled her to me and her body made contact with mine. There was a gentle, but definitely noticeable shockwave between us as I lifted her arms onto my shoulders. As if it were an automatic reaction, Naomi linked her fingers behind my neck, gazing at me with an unsure expression as she bit her bottom lip. I reached upwards, and untucked it with my thumb, gently shaking my head. I leaned up and kissed her cheek softly. "Relax." I said, once more close to her ear, so she could hear me, and I didn't have to yell over the bass.

Her body remained stiff at first, but it didn't take long before she loosened up slightly, and her body moulded itself to mine. I can't really describe how good it felt, there really isn't much in the way of words to describe the sensation of it. She was tentative in where she placed her hands, and for what seemed like forever, they didn't leave my neck. My eyes met hers, and I could see how wide they were, her pupils almost eclipsing her irises. My lips curved into a smile, that she returned, and I raised my eyebrow in response, catching the blush that spread once more across her cheeks. She dropped her head down a little, her eyes flickering shut. My hand slid down to her hip and pulled her slightly closer to me, and she didn't resist me. In fact, her eyes half opened and looked once more into mine. My other hand slid upwards to her neck and I let my fingers play in the wispy hairs at the back of her neck, before the gap between us closed, and I kissed her.

Just a simple, single kiss. But I felt like it changed something. Her lips were warm, soft, and they trembled against my own. Her eyes were completely open now, and staring curiously at me. She stood almost still, the only movement being the other people on the floor who were dancing next to us. I had a not unpleasant queasy feeling inside me as I leaned in to kiss her again. Her hand gripped at my hip, and I felt pressure against me as she tried to move closer still. My lips moved against hers slowly, teasing her. I felt the vibration of her lips as she moaned softly, and my lips broke away from hers and began to kiss down her jawline to her ear. "Beautiful." It was the only word that came to my lips, though several more were running through my mind.

I pulled back, and the way her eyes were staring at me... I very nearly imploded on the spot. They were so full of want, but also an uncertainty and vulnerability. I made a mental note to ask her about that, if I got the chance. But for now... I took her hand from my hips and threaded our fingers together, turning away and beginning to walk out of the throbbing crowd. She held my hand tightly, not letting go one little bit as we made our way through. Once we had made it out of the club, I walked down the road a ways and hailed a taxi. I opened the door, and stood aside for her to get in. She hesitated momentarily, biting her bottom lip again. I stepped forwards and reached up, gently untucking her lip once more. I then ran the backs of my fingers gently down her cheek. She shivered slightly, then her body bent to get into the car.

I gave the driver my address, and placed my hand on Naomi's thigh, just above the knee so my fingers were sitting on the knee itself. Naomi said nothing, and I looked up at her, seeing that she was looking downwards. Her eyes were fixated on my hand. I looked at her, and gently squeezed her knee. Her bright blue eyes snapped to mine, and she blushed. I stared at her with wide eyed wonder, and then cast my eyes towards the front of the taxi and the road beyond. She did so, and I also faced forwards. I waited a few moments before sliding my hand to her inner thigh and beginning to slowly trail upwards. I heard her breath hitch in her throat and her breathing grow shallow. She cleared her throat, as I moved my hand further upwards, the fabric of her dress beginning to ride up at the insistence of my hand.

Every few minutes I would move my hand higher up her thigh, gently squeezing and stroking in between. The taxi stopped at a set of lights, right as my hand drifted across her knickers. A pulse ran through me as I found them to be damp. I pushed my fingers closer and rubbed slowly, and she cleared her throat nervously, my insistent digits beginning a slow rhythm against her. The taxi pulled up at my block of flats, and I removed my hand from between her thighs, taking out a ten quid note to pay him.

"Keep the change." I said, as I opened the door and stepped out. Naomi followed me out and stood still as I shut the taxi door and it drove off. I turned to her. "Do you think he got an eyeful?" I smirked. Naomi blushed, a deep pink covering her pale cheeks. She smiled bashfully, and shook her head. So fucking cute. I wanted her so bad...

I began to walk up to my building, and Naomi hesitated. "Um..."

I casually turned around, and stepped back close towards her. "Second thoughts? Because I'm fairly sure your body has other ideas..." I said, reaching down to her knee and gliding my fingers upwards. Naomi gasped, and I grinned. "Relax." I whispered, huskily. "No one is watching." My fingers continued to slide upwards. "Or... would you prefer that they were?" I asked, my voice curious.

Her eyes flickered shut, and she let out a shaky breath. "P-please... can we just...oh, god..." She trailed off, biting her bottom lip once more as I pushed her knickers aside and twisted my hand, sliding the backs of my fingers down her wet slit. "Inside...pleasecanwegoinside?" She asked, her speech rapid and needy. I grinned and gave a low chuckle, removing my fingers from between her legs. My eyes met hers as I raised my fingers to my nose and inhaled her scent, before gently flicking my tongue over the spots where her arousal had collected. "Christ." She whispered.

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, her lips tangling with mine, but my own winning out in the end. Even in that moment, that dirty-minded tease below my front steps, I felt a bond with her. She did not resist me. She might have had an uncertain look in her eyes, but she was willing...if not completely, then a little bit. The hunger in her kiss told me that much. Finally, I reluctantly broke the kiss and felt the heat of her breath as she panted against my lips. "Inside, then..." I whispered, her nod following.

I took her hand and led her inside, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Once we were safely inside, I shut the door behind us, locking it once more. I ran my hand up the wall to find the light switch and flicked it on, the room illuminating in soft light. I slid out of my shoes and shrunk another few inches, before pacing into the sitting room. I don't deny that I lived in a flat that was furnished in a classy manner. But then, I think if one can afford to spend £3000 on a brand new black italian leather sofa with chrome fittings... why the hell not?

I sat down on the aforementioned sofa, and leaning back and relaxing as I crossed my legs. Naomi followed behind me, and stood in front of me, her hands linked at her waist. Once again, I let my eyes wander over her body. It should be criminal to be that sexy. I can't even begin to imagine how many men and women have walked past her, even when she's not dressed to kill, and not had a semi-orgasmic flicker run through them. When I got to her eyes, I saw the same tentative, unsure expression, and decided to ask my question.

"Do I make you nervous?" I kept my voice low, and smirked slightly as she nodded. "Why?"

Naomi blushed and shook her head. "It's embarrassing." She said, softly.

"Oh..." I said. "And why is it embarrassing... is it because this is something you've never done before... or is it because technically, I felt you up in public? ...Twice."

She stared back at me, her beautiful mouth hanging open slightly. "Uh..."

"Or...is it both?" I asked, slowly. She blushed a deeper shade, if that were possible, and nodded nervously. A sly grin formed on my lips. "Well...you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" I said, standing up. Even though we both had our shoes off, the height difference between us was still apparent. She looked at me strangely, like she didn't know how to respond. "It's alright." I said, softly stroking her cheek. "Sit down." I added, my eyes flicking to the sofa behind me.

She raised her eyebrow, and bit her bottom lip again. My brow furrowed, and I reached up to untuck it once more. "Don't." I said, firmly. Her eyes widened slightly, and I gently ran my thumb across her lip. "If anyone is going to do that...it's going to be me." I said, as I leaned in and barely brushed my lips against her own. I felt the warmth of her breath again, and gave her a soft kiss before gently biting her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it gently. A soft whimper left her lips, and I slid my hands up to her shoulders, gently pushing her so she was sitting down. "Now...sit." I said, as she landed on the soft leather. She looked up at me with wide, curious blue eyes, and if I hadn't felt her up outside, I could tell from her dilated pupils just how turned on she was.

I kneeled down at her feet, planning to tease her a little more. I reached up under her skirt, my hands skimming up her thighs, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers. My eyes met hers as she lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the damp fabric off her hips and down her legs. I tossed them aside, and pushed her skirt upwards, the creamy paleness of her thighs coming into view. From her knees, I left soft gentle kisses up her thighs, speaking quietly as I did so.

"So beautiful..." I said softly, as I ran my nose up her soft skin, inhaling the scent of her as I did so. "Gorgeous." I leaned upwards and kissed her lips passionately, as my fingers crept up the inside of her thigh and met with her wetness. She groaned as she kissed me back, my fingers easily slipping between her folds and brushing against her clit. At the touch of my fingers against her swollen bud, my stomach felt like it was about to cave in. I eagerly teased her, rubbing and brushing my fingers against her, until she was writhing under me.

"Emily...please..." She pleaded with me.

"Close?" I asked. She nodded, and gasped as I slid my thumb against her clit. I gave a slight smirk, and rubbed her again once more, making her shiver. I moved my hand away, and brought it up to my mouth, sliding it between my lips and sucking the taste of her from my skin. "Hmm...sweet." I said, watching her eyes widen even more. "I am going to enjoy this...so much." I leaned in close to kiss her, her lips lingering against mine as she tasted herself against them. I had never been with a woman who was so delightful to kiss. There was such an innocent quality about the way her lips moved. It was tentative, and it made me wonder if when I asked her if she had ever done this before, if her answer meant she had never gone home with a woman before, or she had never been with a woman at all.

I pushed the thought out of my mind for now, and instead I kissed down her throat, and still further south, until my lips once more made contact with her supple thighs. I alternated licking and kissing the soft flesh, moving slowly upwards, still wanting to tease her. It was working, judging by the breathy gasps and groans that were coming from her mouth. Her hand rested on mine as it sat on her hip, gripping it gently as I inched my way further upwards, her dress now pushed up over her hips.

Naomi gave a half verbal groan as I kissed closer to her wetness, her hand gripping mine tighter as I slowly began to tease her with the tip of my tongue. I trailed it up and down her folds, flicking, licking...even sucking gently here and there. "Oh, fuck..." She groaned.

I lifted my head and looked upwards to meet her eyes. "Don't...speak." I said, gently kissing her thigh. She looked back at me curiously for a moment, before her expression returned to one of nervous arousal, and I resumed my task of tasting her warm, wet flesh. I resumed it eagerly, too... not missing a single inch of her soaking core, sliding my tongue inside her to taste the source of her pleasure. Her hands had moved to the back of my head, and everything that fell from her lips consisted of moans, soft grunts and groans, pants and gasps, but not a single word crossed her lips.

Hmm... Obedient little thing.

I teased her close to climax...then stopped. Then, I did it again. And...again. By the time I thought I had teased her enough, I think I had lost count of how many times I had brought her close to absolute pleasure. I looked up at her one final time, and smirked. "Are you ready for this?" I asked, my voice husky with lust. Her eyes pleaded with me, and I gave another sly grin. "Ok..." I said, before diving back into her folds and flicking my tongue against her clit, the same time as I slid two straight fingers inside her hot, gripping heat. She cried out as her back arched, my tongue sliding firmer against her clit and pushing her towards what I knew would be an explosive experience. Not wanting to disappoint her, I began to push my fingers inside her, the action of which wrenched another moan from deep within her lungs.

I teased her to the brink once more, and instead of relenting this time, I pushed on ahead, sucking her swollen sensitive bundle of nerves between my lips and flicking my tongue over the tip, causing Naomi to scream in pleasure and her hips to push hard against me. I felt her muscles grip my fingers inside her as her body stiffened, and she briefly went quiet before letting out a loud noise that was half moan, half scream as she came long and hard on my fingers. Gently I flicked my tongue around her folds, once or twice brushing over her clit until she gently pushed me away. I placed soft kisses on her thigh, and then rested my cheek against it. I looked up to see her leaning back against the back of the sofa, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly apart as her chest heaved with each deep, gasping breath.

I noted how beautiful and serene she looked in that moment, and then I slowly slid my fingers out of her heat, and she opened her eyes, looking down at me. She watched me as I moved upwards. "Open." I said, and after a brief second, she opened her mouth to allow my wet, sticky fingers to pass her lips. She stared at me wide-eyed, and a smile crossed my lips as I felt the movement of her tongue and the gentle suction as she obediently sucked them clean.

I slid my fingers from her warm mouth and watched her with an amused stare. "How was that?" I asked.

She hesitated, and I nodded for her to speak. "Beyond intense. You are a tease."

I gave a soft, but definitely dirty chuckle, and leaned close to her ear. "You don't know the half of it, Naomi." I whispered, feeling her shudder next to me. "And I get the feeling you want to know more... Don't you?"

I pulled back and knew she didn't have to answer me when I saw her eyes grow wide in realisation at what I was implying...

A/N#2: Well, that's the first bit... Thoughts? Reviews? Like/Hate it?

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Cheers in advance...

~GN~ xo