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Warnings and such: There is some full on smut in this chapter...and I'm not sure if it's okay at all so apologies if not! Thanks, all.

Naomi

Effy's name was called by five people and I was one. The rest of the room had launched into discussion, some sounded confused, some were angry and others were anxious. Panda, Mini and I were out of our seats, three of the people who had called after Ef. Tony waved us off and assured us that he and Michelle should talk to her, having been the other two who had called for her, they followed her out and the hubbub in the room increased.

I was staring after the Stonems, still out of my seat. Effy must have known before the meeting and that's why she was so upset. Both her brother and someone who was like a sister to her were leaving, leaving her in charge with, I assumed…

"What the fuck!?" Mini dumped her bag down in her seat as she paced the room. "Am I not important enough to know beforehand?" She stopped dead, "Maybe they're letting me go…"

"Don't be stupid, Mini. You and Effy work as a team, they're not letting you go." I rolled my eyes as I continued to stare at the door, anxious to get to my best friend.

Panda seemed to have the same worries, "Blinkin' hell! Poor Ef!" She looked over at me, "Naoms, we've gotta go see her, she's probably going ape!"

"What is 'going ape' for Effy exactly?" Franky asked, her pen held tightly in her hand, her expression uneasy. I knew Franky hated change due to her adopted upbringing, this certainly meant that. I placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at me, I gave her a small smile as my stomach churned a bit, it wasn't being helped by everyone else in the room.

JJ was getting seriously locked on, "Oh no, oh dear, oh bobbins. This won't be good, it won't be good at all. This will alter the way in which the station runs and everything we've been done will have to be re-worked. What if Tony does wish to replace us with people of more seniority because that is a real possibility, I mean-"

And he was only serving to get everyone else riled up.

"Pandora, you'd better leave it for now." Thomas told her as he held her hand gently to pull her back.

"But it's all going tits up, Thommo!" She replied in a high voice.

I think Cook was trying to make light of the situation, he looked at me, "I wonder what hot piece of anchor will be sitting behind that desk next, eh, babe?"

Grace looked at Cook with wide eyes, "There's going to be a new anchor! I'm going to have to train them and give them as much charisma as Michelle does! Well, that's just-"

"JJ! You need to stop, you're locked on!" Franky told him with her arms around his shoulders, looking at him with concern.

"Babe?"

"Fuck!"

"Effy!"

"Jesus Christ!"

"Babe?"

"Everybody…" I began softly.

"JJ!"

"Just…" I carried on.

"Bobbins!"

"Babe?"

"Shut the fuck up!" I said with enough authority in my voice to make everyone around the table stop in their tracks and look at me.

My tone was calm then, "Alright…Now, can we all stop being selfish and think about Tony and Michelle for a moment? You saw how down they were when they came in here…they were probably shitting themselves knowing they had to tell you. I know I would be. And then you guys pull this shit? Also, Mini, you're not getting sacked. JJ, none of us are getting replaced, Panda, Effy will be fine, we'll talk to her when she's ready, Gracie, cross that bridge when you come to it, you know you're a miracle worker and Cook…" I turned to look at him, "I'm not a babe."

"Well, I'll be the judge of that." He waggled his eyebrows at me. He was such a tosser sometimes.

I looked around the room and it seemed that the selfish comment had gotten to them all, "Are we all good now?"

Most of them nodded but there were a few murmurs of the affirmative.

"Good." I took a seat.

There was silence for a while before Franky spoke, "Reckon you'll be anchor then, Naoms?"

I looked at her in surprise, I hadn't thought of that, "Oh…uh…"

"Ooh!" Grace looked me up and down and nodded a lot with a positive smile, "I can definitely work with that."

The only reason I went along with it was because it was getting the team's mind off of Tony and Michelle's leaving…that and I did like the idea of me being the one behind that desk. I'm Naomi Campbell, your news anchor, I'll see you around. I grinned a bit despite myself.

"Look at you, fucking loving it." Cook said, nudging me with a smirk.

Tony and Michelle walked back in a moment later, Effy-less. Well, she had made a dramatic exit; it wasn't like Ef to just come crawling back.

"Sorry about that, everyone." Michelle took her seat again, Tony close behind, "We just wanted to let you know that we're going to be having a few events before we leave." It seemed she had taken the reigns now, whatever Effy had said had obviously gotten to Tony. "Starting tonight, seeing as it's Friday we're having a party, cheer you all up, we don't want our team acting like a bunch of miserable fuckers."

There were a few chuckles, you could always count on Chelle to light up the room. Tony and Mini were the only ones looking utterly passive.

"Out with a roar, not a whimper. I like it." Cook said approvingly as he leant back in his chair, now grinning from ear to ear. Michelle muscled through the plans for the day; just as the meeting ended she requested to speak with Mini, to say the Scottish princess strutted out after the two Stonems was an understatement.

Cook's was suddenly very interested in the sway of her hips and her arse and, for a moment, he had me looking too. I hit his arm, "Come on, you perve. Let's go. I'll see you later, everyone." I got up and headed out of the room, ruffling Franky's hair before I left, I heard her emit a giggle which she quickly cleared her throat to disguise.

"To the pimp mobile!" Cook slung his arm around my shoulder as he joined me.

"Remove it or I break it." I smiled sweetly at him.

"Sure thing, Naomio!" He removed his arm swiftly and I had to chuckle.

After our spot for the day, the broadcast having gone as seamlessly as usual, Franky and Cook convinced me to go to On the Rox ( or The Rox as we referred to it), our favourite hangout. There was something I had to do before that though.

I cautiously knocked on Effy's office door, I wasn't sure if she'd left early or stayed behind, my instincts told me she would be here, and I was right.

She was sat with her back to me as I opened the door, her fragile frame slumped. Effy never usually gave anything away; I would have expected her to right herself before someone discovered her like this. It worried me.

"Ef…" I took a step into the lavish office, closing the heavy door with a soft clunk behind me.

She was still and silent for a moment before she lifted her shoulders, "Hey, Nai." She turned around, spinning on the glossy wood of her desk, she'd put on her façade, "What's new?"

I shook my head once and walked over to sit beside her, my look let her know that I wasn't interested in games, "How long have you known, Ef?" I said, my voice slightly thick as I saw the sadness in her eyes.

Her eyes flickered away from mine, "Just before…" We were making some progress at least.

I let out a sigh and placed an arm around her shoulder, "No matter what happens, I'm here for you…we all are-"

"But he should be here for me, shouldn't he?" Her eyes captured mine again, they were intense, I could tell this was an outpouring of emotion, only select people would be allowed to experience this, "He's my brother. I knew he'd leave me eventually, even after he told me he wouldn't, university, Michelle…and now this…" I watched her jaw clench for a moment, "Everyone leaves…"

She seemed to be daring me to deny it, or to assure her that people do stay, but I didn't think that was what she needed, "Effy, get a grip." Her eyebrows raised but I carried on, "Yeah, Tony's leaving the country…but he won't ever really leave you. He loves you, you know it fucking crushed him to do this, Michelle too but this is what's best for them."

She looked at me for a while, "Nai…I don't mean to be even more of a bitch than usual…but you don't have siblings."

"Ooh." I mimicked a knife plunging into my stomach, "Low blow, EfSto."

"Take your shit poetry somewhere else, Campbell." She smirked ever so slightly.

"Okay, no, I don't have siblings…but I have you. I know if you did this to me I'd feel completely fucking shattered-" I said with a small smile, Effy went to speak but I cut across her, "-but I'd know it was what you wanted. You know Tony and Michelle are going places and he obviously thinks that you and Mini can handle all this…" I looked around, "by yourselves."

"An office." She countered her smirk widening.

"You know what I mean." I shook my head with a chuckle.

"I know what everyone means." Effy contemplated, "But I actually trust you." We exchanged a tiny but meaningful grin, I was sure that I had made a difference, how long it would last I didn't know. Effy could be set off without warning, I just had to wait and see what did it. I'd be there for her whatever it was though. "Come on, I need a drag." She slid off of the desk lithely, heading to the door, I followed.

"Spliff or not?" I asked as we walked out of her office. Effy had given a lot of luxuries up when she'd become a producer, and by give up I mean she took certain pleasures in smaller doses. Sex, drugs, alcohol she did and used them all sparingly and, in the case of sex, as if it meant more. It had been a long time since I had seen the Effy that broke hearts for sport, binging herself into oblivion, I'd never let her get like that again.

The two of us passed a spliff back and forth outside the station, a smoking area that wasn't visible to the public eye. Effy and I were pretty recognisable to people, I don't think it would be too well received if the sweethearts of the broadcasting world were seen flipping a doobie outside their workplace. We caught up with Franky and Cook at The Rox and they were both delighted to see Effy at my side, showing it in their own unique ways.

"Nice to see you, Ef." Franky greeted her after grinning in my direction.

"Effy, love!" Cook patted the space next to him with a suggestive smirk, "Come join the Cookie Monster for a drink."

"No worries, Crayola dick." She took a seat on the sofa opposite with me, "I believe Naomi here said something about buying me a drink, I'm covered."

"Amazing what I can say without even moving my lips, isn't it?" I had to get straight back up with a huff, "What's everyone having?"

A few rounds later and our little group was seriously buzzed, Franky leant forward and spoke about with a particular smirk that meant she was feeling pretty relaxed, "-And that's why you've got to pull at this party, Naoms."

I let my head fall back with an over the top groan.

"What? This is the perfect opportunity! You know there will be a load of fit girls there." Franky said with a sip of her drink.

"I thought you were straight today, Franks!" Cook looked mock disappointed. She shoved him with an offended gape of her mouth.

"Franky's right, Nai." Effy nudged her foot against my leg, my head rolled to look at her lazily, still leaning back on the sofa. "You're showing the signs."

I rolled my eyes, "There are no fucking signs."

Cook and Franky looked at us again, "Whoa whoa whoa, signs?" He looked me up and down as if trying to identify a physical giveaway so I flipped him the bird.

"Exhibit A." Effy nodded at me, "Increased irritability."

"You have been acting more sassy than usual." Franky giggled behind her drink. I pulled a grotesque face in her direction, her giggles got harder to hide.

"Next, with people who aren't Cook, you mask things with humour." Effy continued.

"Campbell trying to be funny? That can only end badly." Cook laughed.

"Have you got a problem, James?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Since we called Cook by his second name, using his first name was my equivalent of him using my second. He shook his head and drew a halo around his head.

"Any other signs? I feel like I should be noting this down." I pretty sure Franky momentarily searched for an actual pen and paper.

"I'm pretty sure you know the last one is true, Franky. Focusing way too hard on work." Effy concluded.

Franky let out a long "Oh!" and then nodded.

"You're my boss! You're supposed to encourage me to work." I laughed derisively.

"You were never going to buy me a mug with 'World's Best Boss' on it anyway." She shrugged, drinking, demonstrating her lax attitude.

"In short, it's in your best interest to get laid tonight, Blondie." Cook said with his leg bouncing excitedly, "And to either let me watch or do you a great service myself."

I didn't even reply, Effy, Franky and I were too busy laughing.

"Oi!" He spread his arms in question before shrugging and taking a long drink.

After we calmed down, I spoke, "Thanks for your…" I tried to think of the right word, "concern…but I'm not promising anything." The way I saw it, if I did want to get the anchor job, I was going to need to focus on work anyway.

We decided to separate and then regroup at Effy's to get ready, and by that I mean Franky, Effy and, somewhat reluctantly, myself, dressed up to the nines and Cook drank every bit of alcohol he could find that Effy hadn't smacked him around the head for touching.

Tony had worked his magic again and booked out one of London's best night clubs. As the four of us walked in I couldn't help but feel sorry for the weekend team who were going to miss out on this. We stopped by the VIP section and greeted the rest of the team.

Mini had definitely perked up since earlier, "Well hello, sexy bitches." She said before looking at Cook and nodding, "Shitface."

"One day you're going to stop hiding your love for me, McGuiness and everyone will feel so much more comfortable around you!" He walked up and pulled her close by the waist; she scoffed and tilted her glass ever so slightly so that some of its contents fell out, directly onto Cook's crotch. Well played, McGuiness.

"Woopsie!" She said in a ditsy way.

"I guess you'd better rub it off, princess." He grinned, unperturbed. Mini rolled her eyes before stalking off, Cook soon left too to dry off his crotch.

"I'm sure that's not what he meant when he said he wanted to get his dick damp." I grinned while I scanned the room as we walked back out of the VIP section. Judging by Effy and Franky's similar scanning they weren't just sussing out the club like I was. I was proven right when the two girls spotted their prey and pounced.

"Hey, Naoms." The voice I recognised as JJ's said to me.

I turned to him with a warm smile, "Alright, J?" I took a step back to look at him, "You look great."

I wasn't lying, he did look pretty good, for a guy. Since I'd met JJ a few years ago he had really matured, his once flyaway hair tamed but still curled, his braces removed, definitely filled out, (he sometimes attended the gym with Cook) but he was still wonderful and sweet and a brilliant friend. I brushed off the jacket he was wearing, "Dapper."

"I could say the same to you." He smiled at me before properly taking in the short grey dress and white heels I was wearing, I think he got just a bit locked on, "Um, not that you look dapper, I believe that's a masculine phrase. I just meant that you look rather ravishing and um…"

"I have nothing against dapper." I nudged him with a grin. I didn't think such a simple action would calm him down quite so much but he nodded and raised his glass after a moment. "Drink?"

"I'd love one." I chuckled and awaited his return, leaning against the wall and enjoying the thud of the bass shaking it. As I glanced around I knew my gaze would look disinterested but I couldn't help it. If I was looking for a girl to take home she wasn't here. They all looked the same to me.

JJ returned soon enough, handing me a drink, I thanked him and we chatted for a while. I felt my eyes start to follow the lights that were swirling around the club, distracted by their dancing more than anyone else's. A spotlight landed and when I saw just who it had fallen on, for that moment, I couldn't look away, I couldn't even move because I was pretty sure the world was turning on its axis faster than usual.

The bright light that had just hit her wasn't needed; she already looked like an angel, I smiled a bit, a red headed angel. She was looking around the club like it was the best thing she'd ever seen, her eyes, which I could tell even from here were a deep, delicious chocolate brown, were alight with excitement. Her dress was a sky blue lace and it did amazing things to her body. I was distracted by her body then. No…it was just amazing all by itself. Her neck was slender and I was overtaken by the urge to bite down on it, her breasts were peering over the top of her dress and I needed to know how they would look completely exposed to me, the curve of her hips was enticing me as I followed it down to those stunning legs of hers. I usually wasn't one for perving on strangers, I kept my cool…I always kept my cool but as I watched her turn around and walk over to the bar, met with the view of the swing of her hips and that arse that I needed to see bent over the nearest-

"Naomi?" JJ called me. I blinked and looked at him. "Your pupils are extremely dilated…"

I cleared my throat and tucked a piece of my long, blonde and currently curled hair behind my ear, "Fuck, sorry." I kept glancing over at the girl sat at the bar, I had to talk to her at least, there was no doubt about that. Blowing sweet JJ off felt like something I'd go to hell for but if my previous thoughts about the red head were anything to go by, I was well on my way there. I knocked back my drink and smiled at him, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll see you later, JJ."

I hurried off to the toilet, mainly to collect my thoughts and regroup. As I made sure my hair and make-up were up to scratch I felt increasingly antsy. If I didn't get a move on somebody would get to the girl before I even had a chance to suss out if she was playing for my team or not, and if not, subtly convince her.

I walked out of the bathroom with my head held high, strutting as well as I could in these bloody heels. I found her again, her red hair was like a marker, I was about to make my way over when I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, Naomi, have you seen Ef?"

I glanced over to see Freddie's eyes circling the room before they looked back at me. I wasn't sure I had time for his shit today. I looked around for the mysterious red head but she was gone. Okay, I definitely didn't. "I don't know, Freddie." I sighed, "She might be in the VIP section."

"Oh." He looked down for a minute before looking at me hopefully, "Think you can get me in there?"

"Goodbye, Freddie." I said quickly, walking away with a scowl. His endless endeavour to get Effy to fuck him was really wearing thin on me. He was determined, at first it was cute…then it got sad. Maybe Effy was right when she said I was irritably when I was horny, because right now I was very horny and very irritable.

I felt a hand pull me back from where I was heading, I spun round, ready to give Freddie a bollocking, "Will you fuck off!?" I snapped before realising the grip on my wrist had been far too soft and feminine to be his.

As those brown eyes looked at me, they seemed to smoulder. If my blue eyes were cold hers were hot and when they locked I'm pretty sure they sizzled. "You might want to watch out for the spill there." She warned me, gesturing ahead of me where there was indeed a huge spill of ice and alcohol that would have sent me flying at the rate I was walking. The rate I was looking for her.

"…Thanks." I replied as I looked back at her, noticing her hand was still on my wrist.

She looked down too and retracted the hand as if she'd been burned. "Shit, sorry."

My shock turned into amusement, "I should be sorry…you saved my life…"

She giggled, her hard expression softening so quickly that I felt my heart melt. Heart? I questioned internally. Think with your head or the ache between your legs, Naomi.

"Do you think you owe your saviour a drink then?" She asked. When her eyes held mine again I felt like it was a silent question, one that made my stomach lurch and made me want to take her right then and there. Are you going to fuck me tonight?

I answered with a grin, inclining my head to the bar, "I think so." Fuck yes!

We sat at the bar flirting for a while and I honestly hadn't felt that excited by anyone in months, years even. Every little thing she did turned me on, every time she brought her glass to those plump lips, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, every time I felt our knees brush against one another's it shot straight up my leg and reached every part of my body and then those eyes…Jesus, they made me come undone.

"What do you mean you don't dance?" She looked at me with a grin of disbelief as I confessed to her.

"I just don't!" I raised my hands in innocence with a grin too, "I look like a tit every time I do."

"How could a gorgeous girl like you look like a tit doing anything?" She asked me, resting her chin in her hand and looking at me.

I looked back at her with my tongue pressed to my teeth in amusement, "Do you think you're willing to risk me showing you?"

She sat up, leaning closer to me so she was close enough to murmur in that sexy as fuck husky voice of hers, "I am more than willing." She kept our faces close as she slid off of her seat in front of me, making sure her body brushed up against mine as she walked over to the dance floor. I stared after her for just a moment, the heat where her body touched mine burning more and more with every step she took.

Taking care to spot any other spills in my path, I walked straight after her. As I stood in front of her she grinned up at me before snaking her arms around my neck, I think my eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact. I wrapped mine around her hips with a little more caution, she was making me feel more than I had for any other stranger I'd met in a club, what if this went badly wrong?

"Don't be scared." She murmured into my ear. "I want you to touch me."

As if it was an instinctive reaction to her words, I pulled her body flush against mine and she emitted a small, surprised gasp, it was my turn to grin, "Then I'll touch you." I told her as I started to grind my hips against hers in time to the music. I was only focused on the beat and how it meant I could feel her body against mine. Every brush of her skin, hitch of her breath, rock of her hips was adding kindling to the burning desire inside me. I felt like I was fucking possessed and I didn't even know this girl. What was she doing to me? All I wanted to do was back her up to a wall fuck her senseless.

Judging by the way her brown eyes were now locking with mine, dark and glazed over with lust, she was thinking the same thing. Before that though, I needed to taste those lips, badly.

I watched her lick her lips in anticipation and I was a goner. In our eagerness, our lips met in the middle of the gap between us, eliminating any space between our bodies. I'd been kissed a lot in my life, whether it was girls, guys, clueless ex-teachers, but this… this was something else entirely. Every brush of her lips against mine was life altering, I adored how she kept tilting her head from side to side, like she was trying to taste me from every angle, I even shivered as her cute button nose grazed against mine. I was on fire now and this girl was both the pyromaniac that had set me ablaze and the fire-fighter who was only one who could douse me. She removed her lips from mine to begin kissing my neck like she couldn't get enough of me, I held her there, my hand buried in her hair as my eyes rolled back slightly, thankful for the thumping bass that was drowning out my embarrassing reactions to her lips and body.

How was I going to phrase this? I don't mean to be forward but is there any chance I could take you somewhere and make you scream? I'd be ever so grateful, you red-headed temptress.

I turned my head to face her just as she looked up at me; her eyes were so dark that it sent a pulse of pleasure through my pussy. The next thing I knew I was leading her through the club and opening the door to a cloak room for her, as she walked in ahead of me I had a great view of her arse, it was actually perfect. I walked in behind her and closed the door behind me, leaning back against it, I let out a breath before looking ahead at the gorgeous girl I had alone in a room with me and my jaw dropped. She was reaching around behind her, slowly unzipping her dress, she let it hang off of her shoulders for a moment before she slid it off of her body and left it exposed to me. She was right to be proud of her body, everything was tight, her stomach, her thighs, her arms.

"Your turn, gorgeous." She encouraged with an expectant scan of my body, even her eyes were leaving a trail of sensation over me.

I hardly even registered my hands moving up to remove my own dress, unable to think of a snappy comeback when I was only a matching set of blue underwear away from seeing her naked. It did amazing things to my ego when she let out a small moan at the sight of my body. We both kicked off our heels and I locked the door behind us before we practically launched ourselves at one another.

It was all so hasty, like we had an equal need for skin on skin. Judging by how she removed my bra and underwear deftly and impatiently, she'd rather have been ripping them off with her teeth. "You're so fucking hot." She mumbled into my collar bone as she brushed her lips across my skin before moving her mouth to take one of my nipples into her mouth.

"Jesus!" I moaned, finding myself slipping down the wall and quickly manoeuvring so we were lying on the carpet. I rolled her over to remove her bra, she seemed surprised that I'd unclasped it without her noticing, I gave a low chuckle, the smirk disappearing from my face as soon as I saw her nipples harden, I took in her breasts, biting my lip.

"See something you like?" She asked with a grin. I watched as she slid a hand over her chest and down her stomach, entranced, she merely plucked at the waist band of her underwear with a raise of her eyebrows, an invitation I was not going to pass up. I swiftly removed her pants and threw them away before lowering a hand and running a single finger along her soaking slit. As I saw her chest rise and fall in anticipation, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before they took my body in all over again, I knew I was going to have to watch her every reaction. I slid a finger inside her and she let her head fall back, I could have sworn I heard her mumble, 'more'.

Complying with her wishes I added a second finger, I started pumping in and out of her slowly, watching as her back arched, I wasted no time in leaning down to suck on her perfect tits. I didn't know what it was but I had set myself the challenge of rocking this girl's world and I was determined to do just that. I increased the momentum of my fingers and heard her moan, a long and guttural one. If I wasn't going to see this girl again (and there was a strong urge within me to keep her somehow) I was going to make sure that when she saw the carpet burns on her back, she would think of me. I peppered kisses up to her neck, fully intending on creating a mark there, I hesitated though, you can't just mark a stranger…

"D-do it…" She spurred me on, having obviously sensed my hesitation, "Oh, fuck…do it…" She rocked her hips against my hand and I let my thumb find her clit, she gave an 'mm!' of pleasure. Now with permission, I tilted my head and sunk my teeth into her neck, my other hand tweaking a nipple as I sucked her and fucked her. The culmination of all my ministrations was driving the poor girl wild; I did love having control sometimes. "I-I'm going to come…" She whimpered, quite incoherent.

I grinned into her neck, pressing down harder on her clit as I circled it, I murmured into her neck, "Do it." I repeated her previous instruction, "Come." And she did come, I felt her hands reach around me and her nails dig into my back, her whole body arched into me as she trembled and rode out her orgasm with my help, producing a few gasps of astonishment.

I waited for her to recover for a moment, I brought my hand up, covered in her juices. She watched me, obviously still turned on, I grinned at her, "I know…everyone's first time is mind blowing."

She raised an eyebrow, pushing me up, keeping her face close to mine, breathless, "You really think this is my first time?"

"I meant with me." I winked at her and she broke out into a grin.

"Cocky bitch…"

"Ooh, is that how you talk dirty?" I said, riling her up on purpose.

She pushed me back onto the floor, keeping me pinned, my hips bucked in excitement and she was hardly touching me. She whispered seductively, "My tongue's going to be far too busy for dirty talk."

"Oh, God…" I breathed; she started kissing her way down my body, pausing to let her tongue give some well received attention to my breasts. She continued to work her way down and started kissing along the inside of my thighs. Her hands gripped my hips as she started biting her way towards my centre, "Please!" I cried desperately.

This seemed to be what she was waiting for, I would have been pissed but her tongue working on my clit was apology enough. I hissed with pleasure, feeling the carpet burn against my back, she'd completely turned the tables and I was loving it.

Her tongue was soon replaced by her fingers, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I was so distracted by it that when her tongue started sliding against my inner walls I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. I looked down and watched her, her eyes were closed and she was moaning into me, completely enjoying herself. She opened her eyes and those chocolate spheres were watching me and I'd never felt so turned on in my life.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, I was going to fall so hard and it was all because of this girl I'd just met. Her tongue was curling up inside me now and I paid no mind to anyone who could possibly hear me when I screamed out, "Oh, fuck yes!"

I felt my body twitch as I came down from that spectacular high, laying back and seeing stars. She appeared in my eyeline, looking down at me with a grin, "I believe the word is 'touché'."

I managed to roll my eyes but I laughed breathlessly all the same, "Naomi."

"Emily." She chuckled softly. We looked at each other for a moment and then I couldn't help but let my eyes dart to her lips again. As they curved into a smile I looked up, her eyes were tender now, or they looked it to me. Her lips captured mine again and we shared a kiss that was softer than the others, almost chaste.

When we walked out of the cloak room later on, we were both dressed and grinning. I flattened down a tuft of her hair and she thanked me, now comparatively shy. She played with her hands for a moment, "Um…feel free to say no…but do you maybe want to…hang out a bit?"

"Of course." I answered before she'd even finished her sentence, so grateful that we were on the same wavelength.

"Great." She grinned at me.

"Ems!" Someone was calling for her, but before I had a chance to see who, I was being tugged by Franky.

"Come on, Tony wants us all gathered in the VIP section." She said in a blasé tone, glancing at Emily and back.

"Um…Can't it wait a minute-?" I asked as I watched Emily being taken away from me by a brunette. Emily looked back at me with an apologetic look. Do I follow and seem creepy or leave it and seem uninterested?

"'Wait a minute'? It's Tony, of course it can't." Franky looked at me like I was a different person altogether. "Come on, Naoms." She insisted, leading me off.

I kept my eye on Emily's red hair as we wove through the sea of dancers and drinkers. Somehow, she seemed to stay in my sight. Naomi, this is bad. You hardly know the girl. Stop being so fucking creepy!

Then I saw something that was bizarre to me. She and the brunette whose hair I could only see entered the VIP area. Tony had told us that he specifically had it closed off for our crew.

Franky seemed to have clocked it too, "Weird…" She glanced at me and I returned her bewildered look as we walked into the plush section of the club. "Oh…" She carried on.

"Oh?" I asked her, looking at her, "'Oh' what?"

She used her index finger to shush me as we stood by Effy; she had a grin on her face that I knew straight away. Laid.

She looked at me for a moment before wearing a smug grin. And now she knew I'd gotten laid too…awesome.

"Everyone!" The voice I recognised as Tony's began what, from the look of it, was a speech. He stood with his arm around Michelle's waist, she leaned into him, sipping at her drink. "We'd like to thank you all for coming." By the look of it, the alcohol, music, flirting and perhaps drugs had done wonders for everyone's spirits. I was scanning around the room, but Emily was nowhere to be found. "I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce the two new members of the team I mentioned. Give a warm welcome to Emily-" My eyes darted towards Tony. Lo and behold, Emily was there, accompanied by the brunette…no, accompanied by her twin sister. "- and Katie Fitch!"

Shit.

I saw the momentary alteration that flickered across Katie's features, she obviously hadn't liked being referred to second.

"Now, Naomi." Tony looked over at me and so did Emily, I was pretty sure her expression mirrored mine, horrified, awkward…slightly excited? "If you wouldn't mind coming up?" I slowly joined them, conscious of every eye in the room being on me, especially hers. "This is Naomi Campbell, she'll be your guide. If you need anything at all, Naomi will be more than willing to help."

Shit!

Emily and I chuckled uncomfortably, slightly flustered as we shook hands quickly (I wondered if she was trying to ignore the way her skin tingled too) and I moved onto Katie to shake her hand. She was too busy scanning around the room, looking at her new colleagues with a smile to see that awkward exchange; I shook her hand as well.

"Also, you all may just be looking at your new anchor." Tony carried on with a smile in the twin's direction.

SHIT!

I hope this was up to scratch! Emily and Naomi's meeting may seemed a little rushed...but... you'll see! Reviews would be loved and cherished!

~BDF