A/N: Hi again :) Thank you so much for the feedback on the first chapter. I genuinely didn't expect much so it was nice to see that some of you got curious with this story. I've realized I wrote Part I last chapter but never said how parts there will be. For anyone interested, the answer is three. So far, the story is still profiling to be rather short. I hope you'll enjoy it though. Now here's the second chapter, hope you like it.

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PART I

Chapter 2: Dance with me

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It's meant to be simple, or at least it's what she always thought. Being with the person you love should be simple, shouldn't it? The more time Naomi spends with Michaela the more she doubts it, because they fight all the time. The blonde doesn't even know why they fight so much, but they just do. She doesn't mean for it to happen so much, but they have ridiculous communication problems.

It always starts because Naomi says or does something that makes Michaela angry. And really, the blonde doesn't know what it is with her, but she seems to be doing and saying things wrong awfully often. Every time she does, Micah shuts her out, barely gives her a chance to explain. It takes hours afterwards to coo her back into trusting her.

Like that one time when they first started seeing each other, where Naomi asked Michaela if she was interested in anyone else. The blonde didn't mean much by it, just wanted to clear the air. They'd only just started dating and she didn't know if Micah was considering their "thing" a relationship. She just wanted to know if they were openly dating or if they were exclusive. She'd thought it was a legitimate question to ask, but then Michaela had flipped. She'd locked herself in her bathroom- it's kind of her thing- and refused to get out for hours. She'd yelled and cried and accused Naomi of calling her a slut, of all things. The blonde really hadn't known that this was how Micah would see it. She'd felt ridiculous for asking in the first place, wished she hadn't. Of course Micah didn't want to see anyone else. She shouldn't have thought that.

It had taken ages before the other girl had finally let Naomi in the bathroom. The blonde had wanted to hold her in her arms, to reassure her, but Micah had told her not to touch her. Naomi had been stupidly hurt, but hadn't said a thing. She had deserved the treatment after all since she had been the one to hurt Michaela's feelings in the first place. But even knowing that hadn't changed the fact that she'd felt torn from the inside, that she'd felt so afraid, so bloody terrified that this would lose her Micah.

When she'd told the story to Cook, Freddie and JJ a few days later though, they hadn't agreed. Cook had completely lost it and told her forcefully that Michaela was a nutter. Freddie had been a bit more poised about it, but he'd agreed with Cook that Naomi had done absolutely nothing wrong and hadn't deserved that treatment. The last drop had been when JJ had gotten locked on saying a monologue about emotional abuse. She'd frowned and argued that it was far from emotional abuse, but none of her friends had been on her side. She'd ended up at Micah's that night and had cuddled with her, mentally cursing the lack of support her friends were showing her relationship.

This time, they start fighting about Emily of all things. And Naomi really thinks it's silly because there's absolutely nothing going on between her and Emily. Besides, they've only hung out once since that time they had coffee. It wasn't even been a big thing; they had only gone shopping. Emily had told Naomi about how her twin sister Katie couldn't stand the way she dressed and had therefore given her a gift certificate to TopShop for Christmas. So Emily had asked her if she fancied going with her to try and find some stuff. The blonde had agreed because she hadn't had anything better to do that day so, why not? Besides, Emily was fun to be around.

They'd had a laugh at the store picking up stuff for Emily to try on. Naomi had soon learned that when the petite didn't wear something colourful, she still wore something that caught your eye. At the end of the day, they'd managed to buy a pair of bright turquoise jeans, a black polka dot knitted jumper with a polar bear on the front and a grey vest with a T-Rex with its head cut off on the front among other things. Emily had been totally gleeful at the idea of showing off her new purchases to her sister. She'd explained to Naomi that Katie would most likely have a heart attack when she saw the clothes and that was exactly the kind of reaction Emily wanted.

"My sister either dresses like a refined slut or a freaking WAG, so her disapproval is a good thing" she had said.

And Naomi had nodded along because Emily's style really worked for her. If it had been her in the clothes, she'd probably have looked like a retarded woman-child, but on Emily, it was adorably dorky and completely unique.

And that was all there was to that day. They hadn't decided to hang out at any other time, hadn't done the juvenile game of going out of their way to make a physical contact. They'd just genuinely hung out as friends and that had been that. So really, the fact that Michaela is totally flipping about Emily is unjustified.

The fight starts when they're hanging out at Naomi's place. The blonde's roommate is gone to Leeds for a few days to see some family so she's got the place to herself. The evening actually starts nicely, with a lovely dinner Naomi cooks for the both of them. She's not an extraordinary cook, but she can manage some recipes and the one she makes Micah is simple enough that she doesn't fuck up. They have a glass of wine and they settle in the living room after dinner just to relax.

The fighting starts when Naomi comes back from the bathroom. She left her phone on the coffee table when she went and when she walks back in the room, it's still there, but not in the same spot she left it. Also, Micah is looking at her with deadly eyes. She gulps slowly and barely has time to think of anything to say before the other girl questions her.

"Who's Emily?" She says, her voice extremely cold.

"Euh… what?" Naomi replies lamely.

"Who is Emily, besides being the library girl" Michaela repeats slowly, almost sneering on the last part.

"Oh… well she's a friend. I met her at the library" The blonde shrugs.

Naomi figures there can't be anything wrong with that can there? She's allowed to have friends. Apparently, there is something wrong though.

"She texted you" Micah says and her voice has not regained any warmth.

The blonde gulps again and walks the rest of the distance to the coffee table. She grabs her cellphone and checks the message.

Library girl- Emily

Wore the T-Rex for the first time

tonight. Katie totally lost her shit.

You should have seen her face!

It was precious! Thanks again for

going with me btw, I had a right

laugh. We should do something soon.

Ems xx

Her heart's beating a bit faster after she's read it, but Naomi also feels a bit relieved. There's actually nothing wrong with the text and it really is entirely friendly. At least Emily didn't say anything about finding Naomi beautiful or anything. So she lifts her head again to look at Michaela, only to find that the other girl is seething. She doesn't quite get why though.

"Are you mad?" She asks Michaela directly.

The blonde can see that Micah is, but she just wants the other girl to say it.

"Well what do you think Naomi?" the other girl says rolling her eyes.

"You look mad" Naomi replies bluntly.

"Can you fucking blame me?!" Micah shouts.

And Naomi is truly at a loss for words. She scrunches her forehead and shrugs. She really doesn't want to get into a fight. They were having a nice time, weren't they? Why does it have to turn sour?

"I don't understand why you're upset" she admits and that makes Michaela even angrier.

"Oh that's precious Naomi! You don't understand? You think you can just go and flirt with other girls and I won't care? Is that it?" she spats.

"What? What are you even talking about?"

"Emily!" the auburn haired girl replies as if that explains everything.

"What about her? I hardly know her"

"Well that's so much better, innit? Do every girl you hardly know tell you you're gorgeous then?"

And that's when it hits Naomi. Micah didn't just read the one text.

"You read through all our texts?" She asks the other girl a bit baffled.

"I'm glad I did, aren't I? How long were you going to keep this from me?"

"Jesus Mic! Since when do you go through my phone?!"

"I don't! But when I see some random slag text you and I've never heard of them I think I have the right to check who the fuck they are!"

"Emily's not a slag" Naomi defends automatically.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you're defending her!" Michaela accuses, her eyes filling with tears. "I have to go"

"No Micah wait!" the blonde says, feeling her heart accelerate painfully.

But the other girl is already walking around the place, gathering her stuff. She's pulling on her coat and heading to the door, but Naomi sprints there first and blocks her way. She's full on panicking now, her heart in a frenzy.

"Please Mic, it's not what you think at all! Please just let me explain!"

"I don't think I want to see you right now, Naomi, move" Micah replies stubbornly.

"No, babes please. It's nothing! She's nothing! You have to believe me! I love you!" the blonde pleads.

Her eyes are filled with tears now and she doesn't even care that some have started falling on her cheeks. Here it is again, the crippling fear she always gets when Micah and her argue. She can feel it invade her completely, swallowing her whole. She used to be a proud woman, once upon a time, before she met Micah. She didn't use to cry and didn't use to care. But Michaela blows everything she's ever been out the window. Naomi feels addicted to her. The auburn haired girl is her drug. She's petrified at the idea of losing her, yet, physically, she's shivering like a leaf. It's completely contradictory.

"What is there to say?" Michaela says petulantly.

"I promise she's nothing! Nothing's happened! It was just a text" Naomi whines.

The other girl stares her down for a moment. Her arms are crossed and Naomi knows she's still furious, but she seems to be calming down a bit.

"Look… I believe you-"

"Oh God thank you!" Naomi interrupts.

"But!" Micah says with a pointed look. "I still need to go. I need some time to think"

Naomi's face falls and her heart sinks.

"Don't call me" Michaela says. "I'll call you when I'm ready"

And with that, she pushes past the blonde and leaves her on her own, shutting her out yet again. It takes a moment before Naomi is able to move at all. She can't believe how out of hands things got in such a short time. Eventually, she closes her front door and walks back to her living room. She lets herself fall onto her couch and squats into a foetus position to cry her little heart out. She feels so tired, so exhausted of all this fighting. She feels like a wreck, like there's this never ending source of anxiety that's been building in her chest for the past few months.

JJ's words come back to her mind then. She wonders if he was possibly right. Is this what emotional abuse is? How can she even know? Is it something she's supposed to distinguish? Because so far, Micah has pushed hard against her, but Naomi has always let her. Naomi has always mended things and forgiven her. Can it be abuse even if Naomi is a willing participant?

The minutes pass and the blonde sobs harder and harder. She doesn't know how to stop anymore. She just feels so confused. She doesn't know what she's doing, not anymore. Maybe her friends are right though, maybe this is too much. She's been arguing for ages that she can take it, but, evidently, she's having a hard time if she's questioning everything now.

The thought of letting go of Michaela crosses her mind for a second. It's fleeting, but even so, it crushes her. Naomi doesn't know why the idea of not being with the other girl feels like her world is falling apart. She doesn't know why she feels like someone is clutching her lungs, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She feels destroyed, like a shadow of herself and she doesn't even know what to do about it. She can't even call her boys because she knows it'll just be worse if she does. Naomi is feeling too fragile right now, too fragile to handle Cook's anger, too fragile to handle Freddie's pity and too fragile to handle JJ's shattering truths.

So she just keeps sobbing on her couch like the pathetic sod she is. It's not before a long time that she stops. She doesn't feel any better though, but she just thinks she's cried all the water out of her body. The blonde feels drained. Drained of all her energy, but also drained of all her essence. As she sits back up on her couch, she starts wondering how much longer she can carry on like that. Somehow, she feels like the answer is "not long".

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Usually, Naomi loves to be right, but this time, she really fucking wish she had been wrong. It's barely two months after their massive argument about Emily that Michaela and her end it. And she's fucking devastated. It's as every bit atrocious as she always thought it would be. The blonde is completely torn, completely broken.

She hasn't slept properly since it's happened. She stays up every night until the sweet hours of the morning, even when she's got class the next day. She just can't get into bed without feeling shattered to the point where she just passes out. Because when she tries to go to bed before that point, her mind inevitably brings her to Michaela and how much she misses her.

And Naomi can't stand it. She can't stand how much she needs the other girl, how much she longs for her. The most fucked up thing is that it was her who ended it. She's the one who decided that it couldn't go on any longer, yet she's positive she's also the one who's the most upset about it.

As if not sleeping wasn't enough, Naomi also can't eat. She doesn't even remember the last time she felt hungry. All she knows is that every time she tries to have a proper meal, she feels like she's going to puke.

Of course, she's not alone. Her boys are being all kind of supportive. She knows they're glad she's finally cut things off with Micah. Still, even with all their love, all their support, it's not enough. Micah has left a gaping hole in her body right where her heart used to be and Naomi just doesn't know how to fill it anymore.

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About two weeks after she's broken up with Micah, the boys decide that she needs to get out of her flat. It's true that she hasn't done much except attend her classes- she's not really listening, but at least she's there. It's Freddie's birthday coming up anyway and they want to celebrate that. So Naomi agrees, can't find a good enough reason not to attend. Besides, not attending one of her best mate's birthday party is a pretty shitty thing to do.

The more she thinks about it, the more she feels like going. She's been stuck in no men's land for two weeks and she needs out. The promise of alcohol, drugs and loud music sounds alluring then. She'll be able to lose herself in chaos, an actual physical chaos. The prospect of losing herself in something tangible sounds like a promise. She really needs to get out of her head, even if it's just for a bit.

They meet at the boy's dive of an apartment and pre-drink their way through several bottles of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels. For the first time in two weeks, Naomi manages to get Michaela out of her head. She manages to laugh, manages to smile and manages to have fun. She's a bit surprised when she realizes that, once ridden of Micah, her head fills with thoughts of Emily.

She's seen Emily once since the shopping trip. It was a bit before she broke up with her girlfriend. They hadn't done much, just had coffee again and chatted. It surprises Naomi how easy it is with Emily. It's a fucking world away from how it is, or rather how it was, with Micah.

Before she has time to think too much of it, she sends a text to the redhead inviting her to the club they're going tonight. She's not sure she makes much sense, she's probably a bit too drunk already, but whatever. Her heart leaps a bit when Emily replies back not that long afterwards that she'll join them gladly. Cook is fucking ecstatic when Naomi announces it and ushers them all out to the club right away.

They've probably been there for about half an hour when Emily arrives and Naomi's eye widen the second she spots her. It has to be said, Emily looks ridiculously fit. She's wearing electric red leggings and a black vest top on which two set of women lips are kissing. There are numerous bangles on her wrists and she's wearing black heels that make her legs look deliciously long. Her makeup is a bit heavier than what Naomi's seen before and her hair is loose, its vibrant red shade made even more prominent because of the leggings. Naomi thinks the whole ensemble is stunning, but with Emily in it, it's plain breathtaking.

She's full on staring and she's aware of it. It's only when she feels a presence next to her that Naomi takes her eyes off the redhead for a second. She turns to see Cook, openly staring at Emily as well.

"Fuck me" he utters with a hungry gaze. "Massive babe at 12 o'clock"

Naomi turns around to look at the petite again and that's when Emily spots her. Her face erupts in the most gorgeous smile and the petite makes her way towards Naomi.

"Fuck mate! She's totally making her way towards us!" Cook says excitedly.

She frowns a bit then before she remembers he's never actually seen Emily before. That's when it hits her that he doesn't know the woman he's obviously gushing over is Emily. She laughs throatily and he stares at her in confusion. Then, Emily steps right in front of them and hugs the blonde's shoulders to greet her.

"Hey Naoms" she says close to her ear so that she'll be heard despite the music.

"Hey" Naomi replies back with a grin.

She turns to look at Cook and scoffs when she spots his wide open gob.

"Ems this is my mate Cook, Cook this is Emily" she introduces quickly.

"So you're Emily!" Cook says laughing happily. "Fucking tip top! Alright, I have to ask babes, are you quite sure you're exclusively into fannies? 'Cause if ya ever want to try cocks, I'd be more than willing to let ya have a ride on me stick"

Naomi punches the boy's shoulder in embarrassment, but Emily just laughs.

"I'm quite sure, but thanks for the charming offer" the petite replies with a wink. "I'll go get a drink, yeah?" she adds after looking at Naomi.

The blonde nods, promises not to disappear and Emily goes to the bar. The second she's out of ear sight, Cook grabs Naomi's shoulder with one hand and clutches at his heart with the other.

"Fucking hell D'Art! I can't believe this is Emily! She is proper fucking mint"

Naomi nods along, her eyes shifting a bit around the crowd to see if she can still see the redhead anywhere.

"What the fuck, and I mean the fuck, are you waiting for mate?" Cook tells her forcefully.

She frowns and he just shakes his head.

"If I had a woman like Emily pinning after me, I wouldn't even hesitate" he explains. "Just… Like I know you're still hung up on that other cunt, but D'Art mate, this Emilio chick is a fucking bomb. And it looks like she wants to munch your muff for some reason, so like, get to it, yeah?"

Naomi blushes a bit at her friend's words. She's never quite evaluated her friendship with Emily like that. She's never been as certain of the petite's intentions towards her as Cook seems to be. Of course she knows Emily was interested when she approached her, but that was a few months ago. She's not sure if that's still how the petite feels anymore. Even if deep down, she thinks the other girl might still harbour an interest for her.

Cook leaves her on her own the moment he sees Emily making her way back to them. He doesn't disappear before giving her a thumb up though and muttering in her ear "Just go for it babes". Naomi rolls her eyes at his enthusiasm.

"Hey again" Emily says when she's level with her.

"Hey… Ems you look…" She starts because she just cannot not comment on the other girl's attire.

"Stupid?" the redhead offers with a blush.

"Fuck no! You look… you look stunning Ems…" she says sincerely and she's quite proud of herself when her comment is rewarded with a bashful smile.

"Thank you. I think you look stunning too…" Emily says with a blush. "And the credit for my outfit totally goes to my best mate. She's the one who chose it"

"Well she's got a knack for fashion then"

"I wouldn't call it that" Emily says with a chuckle. "Effy just loves very tight or very revealing clothes"

"I'm not complaining" Naomi says, her gaze trailing slowly up and down the redhead's body.

The blonde can't ignore that she's flirting now and she's not quite sure it's a good idea, but, well, Emily is looking too good right now and her inebriated brain has a hard time coping. Emily blushes sweetly and looks pleased with herself. Her brown eyes are shinning and Naomi isn't sure it's her doing, but she hopes it is.

"Let's dance yeah?" she says after, breaking their staring contest.

She grabs Emily's free hand to pull her deeper into the crowd and find the boys. She finds them not too long afterwards. Freddie is dancing with a black haired beauty and Naomi laughs when he spots her and bellows "Oi! It's my best mate D'Arty! D'Arty mate, it's my fucking birthday!". Cook isn't too far away, grinding away with a sleazy looking blonde with fake tits. JJ is right next to both of them, clearly a lot more sober, just bobbing his head along with to the beat.

The second she's joined them, Naomi drops Emily's hand and throws her arms around JJ. She dances with him for a few seconds, pushing her hips against his and they all end up laughing loudly when JJ gets so nervous that he looks like he's having a seizure. She kisses his cheek and lets him go and he just grins at her. He knows the blonde loves to tease him for being so shy around woman.

She turns around and sees that Emily's looking a bit out of her depth so she grabs her hand again and pulls her in. They start dancing together pretty much right away and suddenly, Emily doesn't look as shy anymore. Naomi brings her arms around the redhead's waist and the other girl even puts hers around Naomi's shoulders. They're not grinding though, just dancing and it's nice, Naomi thinks.

They all dance like that for a while. They switch partners once in a while so that Naomi and even Emily get to dance with both Cook and Freddie. It's maybe an hour after Emily got there that Cook disappears, only to reappear shortly after with a full bottle of Jack in his hand. Naomi's not sure if he bought it or if he nicked it from behind the bar, but, knowing her friend, it's probably the later. It doesn't bother any of them though as they start passing the bottle and taking shots.

Naomi's well beyond fucked by that point and she'll probably have the mother lode of hangover tomorrow, but she doesn't care. She's feeling great, feeling better than she's felt for months. She's having an amazing time out. Emily gets along superbly with her boys and that pleases her more than she can explain. So she keeps drinking even when she knows she shouldn't and she takes the pill Cook is offering her when it happens.

Another half hour later and Naomi really is having the best time of her life. Emily's dancing in front of her from a fair distance, but suddenly, it's not what the blonde wants anymore. So she takes the few steps separating her from Emily with a seductive grin on her lips. She feels a lot more satisfied when she slides her arms around the petite's waist and brings her flush against her body. The redhead doesn't complain, doesn't lose one beat and brings her hips colliding against Naomi's.

The blonde's breath hitches and she tugs Emily even closer to her. It's crazy how good the other woman's body feels against her own. Naomi lets a hand wander in the small of Emily's back and hears her gasp when her fingers brush against some skin. It's enticing how warm the skin she finds is. It's warm but also a bit sticky because the club is ridiculously hot and they've been sweating, but it doesn't bother Naomi, doesn't bother her at all. It doesn't take a full minute before both girls aren't so much dancing anymore, but full on grinding.

Naomi's heart is beating so fast in her head that she fears she'll lose it soon if she doesn't take a break. She pulls away from Emily, only to step closer again and tell her she needs the loo. She convinces Emily not to follow her by asking her to dance with JJ who's looking a bit bored now.

Naomi isn't sure why she doesn't want Emily to follow her to the bathroom. It's not that she fears what might happen if they're left alone in there, she doesn't. She just felt the need to be on her own for a moment.

On her way there, Naomi stops at the bar and orders two shots and drinks them in quick succession when they arrive. Then she carries on to the bathroom and it doesn't escape her how much she's struggling to walk. Her brain feels fuzzed and her limbs are a bit heavy. Everything is flashing around her and she can barely concentrate on the faces that surround her. She does make it to the bathroom though, eventually.

She takes a quick piss and washes her hands. When she's just about to head out again, she sees the usual tampon dispenser on her right. What catches her eye this time though is that, among the typical tampons and condoms options, there's also chocolate. Rolo, to be exact. Naomi isn't sure if it's the drugs or the alcohol, but she thinks it's the best discovery she's made tonight, so she pushes a pound in the machine and promptly buys a bar of Rolo.

She nearly skips to the dance floor, the chocolate firmly in her grip. She's a bit too happy with her find to be honest. It's most definitely the drugs or the alcohol. Nevertheless, she does eventually reach the dance floor and she stars looking for her friends. She spots Freddie making out with the black haired girl from earlier and lets him be. Cook is nowhere in sight and she concludes he's probably pulled by now. She searches frantically for JJ and Emily, but she can't spot them anywhere.

Her heart picks up nervously the longer she looks and the more she fails. She's not sure if she feels worried for them or if she's feeling jealous. The thought punches her in the guts and it's completely unexpected. Realistically, she understands that the chances that JJ and Emily disappeared together for that kind of business are more than faint. But emotionally, it scares the shit out of her.

It's a bit aggravating though because Emily isn't hers or anything. She shouldn't be feeling this possessive. Yet, there she is, clearly bothered. She reasons that she's the one who invited the redhead to tag along after all, she should be upset that she fucked off with her friend.

Naomi feels like she's been standing there, on the edge of the crowd, for hours when a hand presses against her lower back. She swerves around and feels a wave of relief when she's faced with a grinning Emily.

"Hey" she says. "Where were you?"

"JJ wanted to go home. I helped him find a cab" the petite explains and Naomi nods.

They stare at each other for a few seconds and the blonde is very aware that Emily's hand hasn't left her back. She remembers the Rolo then and raises her hand to show the redhead.

"Look what I found!" She says excitedly.

Naomi reckons she probably looked like a kid when Emily's smirk transforms into a ridiculously tender gaze. She doesn't really know how to respond to such a look so she just ignores it.

"Do you want some" She asks and Emily shrugs.

So the blonde walks them to a table not too far and they sit on the leather sofa. It doesn't take a second before Naomi focuses her attention on the chocolate's wrapping. She claws at it clumsily before she finally manages to dislodge one piece. She turns to Emily with a proud grin, the chocolate safely poised between her fingers.

The blonde has to take a pause when she sees just how close the redhead is. Not only that, but Emily is looking at her with hardly disguised hunger. Their gazes lock naturally and Naomi gulps, feeling the tension build around her. The moment feels intimate and she's not sure what to make of it. If her mind is confused though, her body certainly isn't. She can feel that her breathing is a bit laboured and there are goosebumps travelling the length of her neck.

She raises the candy and brings it close to Emily's mouth. The other woman takes it from her slightly trembling fingers, never breaking their carefully established eye contact. When she feels the redhead's lips on the tip of her fingers, Naomi's cheeks flush bright red, she's sure, and her heart rate picks up a little. Her mouth feels really dry all of a sudden.

The blonde takes another piece of chocolate which she brings to her own lips this time. Her gaze still hasn't left Emily, not even for a second. She can feel the beat of the music pumping in her head and in her chest, but it's like she can't hear the music itself. She's a bit too engulfed in the moment to care. Emily's got all her attention.

As she lowers her hand again to take the next piece, Emily shuffles a bit closer so that now their knees are touching on the seat. The physical contact nearly makes Naomi break their eye lock, because she feels like she should check if the redhead just touched her or lit her leg on fire. She doesn't look away though, because the depth she finds in Emily's eyes is drawing her in more than any touch could. At least it's what it feels like.

Naomi brings a second candy to Emily's mouth and, again, the redhead takes it between her lips. Instead of moving her fingers away though, the blonde leaves them there this time. It's mostly because she feels like leaving them there, but part of her realizes it's because she's curious to see what Emily will do about it.

As it is, the other woman chews the chocolate slowly and swallows. Then, she darts her tongue to lick her top lip and it's inevitable, the moist organ connects with the tip of Naomi's fingers. Her breath hitches and, if the coy smile on the petite's face is any indicator, it's probably what Emily was hoping for. It's rather fucking sexy and if Naomi's eyes weren't pure black before, they certainly are now.

Then, very slowly, Emily raises an eyebrow and kisses very carefully the blonde's fingers. And that does it. Or actually it undoes it, it undoes Naomi. All her logic and all her thoughts leave her brain and the next thing she knows, she's hooked a hand behind the redhead's neck and she's pulling her in for a kiss.

When their lips meet, all her senses flare. It's not fireworks, not exactly. And anyway, Naomi always thought that saying was pure bollocks. So it's not fireworks, but it's still pretty fucking blinding. Emily's lips are just that perfectly moist and warm and they feel pretty amazing on her own. It doesn't take much before Naomi is half gasping, half moaning into the kiss.

She feels the redhead part her lips and takes the hint. She pushes her tongue in the other woman's mouth and quickly crashes against the organ she got the chance to glimpse earlier. It tastes like hops, caramel and lip gloss and the contact is a godsend. A wave of pure pleasure ripples through Naomi's body and her fingers twitch on Emily's neck. That's when she realizes that her other hand is clutching the petite's top around the level of her hip.

Of course, the blonde doubts Emily minds at all. Well that's if she bases her assumption on the fact that the redhead is kissing her back with enthusiasm and barely controlled want. Somehow, Naomi thinks she's not being too presumptuous with her assumptions.

She feels Emily's left hand make its way beneath her t-shirt and graze the skin of her lower back while the other is located in her hair, fingers absentmindedly massaging her scalp. She hums in pleasure and lets her own fingers find the petite's skin. Naomi hasn't kissed that many people in her life, but she's fairly sure that, as far as kisses go, this one is pretty great.

Eventually, they let their lips part completely. Naomi's feeling a bit out of breath. She's not sure if the reason why her heart is beating so fast is because she's just snogged Emily or if it's because she was in dire need of air. Maybe it's a bit of both.

Naomi tries to focus on Emily and, by how hard it is, she gathers that she's still very much trolleyed. But then her gaze catches brown eyes and the focus makes itself. The look she catches is full of wonder, full of surprise and very full of lust. Naomi chuckles because she can't believe she's just snogged Emily. She never imagined it happening, so it's funny that it just did and that she enjoyed it so much. She smiles lazily at the redhead and gets a smile in return.

The blonde makes a move to reconnect her lips to the other woman's because she's had plenty of air now, but Emily moves her head back a little.

"Are you sure?" She asks her and this time Naomi glimpses a hint of doubt in the brown orbs.

"Course I'm sure" she assures frowning, because why would she be anything but sure?

And the second she's asked herself that, she remembers. Michaela. It strikes her painfully right in the heart. She hasn't thought of Micah all night, properly managed to take the girl right out of her head. And they've been wonderful, these last few hours without thoughts of the auburn haired girl constantly hunting her.

Naomi closes her eyes for a second because remembering Michaela is like receiving a huge blow to the face. She feels like she's been punched on the nose and elbowed in the chest.

"Hey…" she hears Emily whisper close to her ear. "It's okay if you're not…"

Her voice sounds pained and Naomi hates it. So she opens her eyes again and plasters a smile that she hopes looks genuine on her face again.

"I am, don't worry about that" she says before surging forward and capturing the redhead's lips once again.

Emily feels a bit hesitant under her eager kiss at first, but when Naomi trails a hand through her ruby locks, the hesitation is gone. The blonde deepens the kiss and grabs Emily's scalp to push their mouths more firmly against each other. She wants this, she wants to kiss Emily. Because when she's kissing Emily, there's no trace of Michaela.

If Naomi wasn't so fucking drunk, she'd ask herself if this is the only reason she's kissing the petite. But there's still way too much alcohol in her bloodstream and probably still drugs from earlier. So she doesn't ask herself anything and wills every single memory or thought of Michaela to fuck right off.

The blonde ends the kiss and sends a smile to Emily. She brushes her fingers across her cheek and leans down to peck her lips again. When she pulls off completely, she grabs the redhead's hand.

"Now, how about we dance a bit, yeah?" she asks and Emily nods vigorously.

Naomi gets to her feet and perhaps it's because she's been sitting too long and now she's suddenly standing, but she feels the entire room wobble dangerously around her. She feels Emily at her side squeezing her hand to keep her in place while her other hand stretches out to find something to hold on to. She takes a minute to regain her balance and then they set off.

After that, things get a bit blurred and if she's honest, Naomi has to admit she doesn't remember much. It's probably the two shots she took on her way to the bathroom or probably the ones she remembers having when they find Cook and Freddie in the throng of dancers. One or the other, the result is the same and Naomi's memory is completely rubbish and doesn't get any better for the rest of the night.

She does remember dancing with Emily though. Remembers their bodies moving together closely, remembers trailing her hands all over the redhead and feeling the other woman do just the same. She also remembers latching her lips on Emily's neck and peppering it with kisses and licks. She doesn't know how long they ended up dancing, but she knows they at least snogged a few more times on the dance floor. This, she knows because she remembers seeing a gleeful Cook laughing and pointing at them.

She doesn't know if they danced the rest of the night away or if they sat again at some point. She vaguely remembers though complaining to Emily about not wanting to go home and she thinks she remembers the redhead offering her shyly to go back to hers.

She doesn't remember grabbing her jacket or leaving the club or even saying goodbye to Freddie and Cook, but she probably does. What she's next conscious of is the pressing need of a wee that leads her and Emily to some crappy fast food joint. She presumes she does pee at some point, but she can't recall it. Instead, she recalls making out with Emily on the counter of the bathroom and being caught by a very startled looking old woman. It's probably because her hands are up the redhead's top that the old lady is so embarrassed. Naomi just laughs it off.

After that, the blonde knows that they catch a bus because she has flashes of her sitting next to Emily and muttering dirty things in her ear. But then she also remembers sitting in a cab so she's not certain if they had to make the switch or if she dragged them out of the bus for another pee break. Both are quite possible, she's got the bladder of a 2 year-old when she drinks.

Naomi has absolutely no clue how they get to Emily's, doesn't remember walking down her street or walking in her flat, but she guesses they've arrived when she finds herself in a bedroom. And in her state of drunkenness, she doesn't really need more than that assumption to step towards Emily and kiss the life out of her.

She wishes she could remember more of what actually transpires after that. She knows they most likely undressed each other, but she can only hope she made it slightly gracefully since she doesn't remember how it went. To ease her mind though, she remembers perfectly the sight of Emily's naked tits and remembers clearly how she grabbed them in her hands and kneaded them roughly. She definitely remembers the redhead's moans in her ear and the feel of her hardening nipples against the palm of her hands.

There's a big blank after that though. The next bit her memory can still hold on to is her and Emily both lying naked in the petite's bed. She recalls being on top of Emily, a firm thigh pressed to her core. Her brain is really being a twat though and she doesn't remember much apart from that. Everything else she can recall are flashes, moments in time. Like she can remember Emily writhing in pleasure underneath her and she can remember seeing a sheen coat of sweat on her perfect stomach. But then she can't remember exactly what she even did to the other girl. She knows she at least licked a path on her stomach to her jaw, but that's about it.

As for her memories of the audio, except the moans and groans, she remembers one sentence she thinks Emily just repeated over and over again; "You drive me crazy". She remembers it being said between pants and remembers it being hoarse and full of lust. For her part, she's not sure she said anything at all, expect perhaps "you're beautiful".

There's one last thing she can remember from the night and it's Emily asking her something in a serious tone.

"Are you sure you're not going to regret it?"

And Naomi remembers laughing it off, remembers reassuring the gorgeous petite redhead before proceeding to shag her. So when she wakes up the next morning with Emily cuddling her from behind and she feels an overwhelming wave of guilt hit her as her memory quickly attacks her brain with bits and pieces from the night before, Naomi genuinely feels like the biggest arsehole in the entire universe. She probably is.

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A/N: So that's the second chapter. Still worth continuing, d'you think? Please let me know your thoughts. xx