I'm very, very, very sorry that I haven't updated in so long! Apparently life decided that it hadn't thrown me enough shit yet this year and decided to throw me a whole heap more. So sorry if this chapter isn't quite up to scratch, but I didn't want to keep all you lovely readers waiting any longer. Hope you find it at least mildly enjoyable :)
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Chapter 2:
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"Well that was an eventful evening." Emily said, rinsing off a dinner plate and passing it to Cook to place in the dishwasher. It was 9:30 and Katie, Ben, JJ and Lara had just left, carrying their sleeping children in their arms.
"Too fucking right babe. It's not like Ben to bring up personal problems in front of everyone. He must be really stressed."
"He is. They both are. Katie said they've been struggling a lot with money lately. And it's putting stress on their relationship. From what she said it looks like they're both having a really tough time."
Cook put another plate in the dishwasher and leant against the kitchen bench looking at Emily.
"Okay, spill it." He said.
Emily looked at Cook, feigning confusion. "Spill what?"
"Nuh-uh don't you fucking give me that." Cook said, a slight smile on his face.
"Give you what hun? I don't know what you're talking about." Emily said innocently, continuing to wash the dishes.
"I've known you too long to believe that bullshit, Red. You've done something. Something that you think I won't approve of. That's why you told me about Katie and Ben. Normally you never tell me any of that; tell me its 'sister stuff'."
Emily laughed. "Damn you and your all-knowingness."
"You know me, babe. Can't let nothing slip past me." He laughed.
"Well you know how you have some time off in a couple of weeks?"
"Yeah…?" Cook said warily
"Well… I told Katie that I would take some time off then as well." Cook's eyes lit up in excitement at Emily's words. "And that me and you would take Zack and Mia for a few days." Cook's eyes dropped slightly when he realised that he and Emily wouldn't be able to just spend all their free time together. "And I said that we will pay for Katie and Ben to go away for a few days."
"Oh. Okay. Where to? Just London?"
Emily scratched her nose, covering her mouth and muffling her answer to Cook's question.
"Sorry, didn't quite catch that." Cook said, worried about what the answer was going to be.
Emily turned to look at him. "Berlin." She stated.
"Berlin? As in Berlin, Austria?" Cook asked.
"No." Emily said. Relief flooded Cook's face. "As in Berlin, Germany." Emily corrected, hiding her smile at Cook's lack of geographical knowledge.
"Whatever. You said you'd send them to Berlin?"
"Yes. I said they could pick where they went. And Katie said that she really wanted to go to Berlin."
"How long for?"
"Five days."
"You're sending them to a different country for five days? Do you have any idea how much that's going to cost?"
"C'mon Cook. It'll be fun. Katie and Ben haven't been outside of the U.K since their honeymoon. They deserve it. They need some time to themselves, to work things out. What if we don't give them this trip and they end up splitting up? Hmm? Is that something you want on your conscience?"
"No, but-"
"Besides, you always have a blast when we have Zack and Mia. You love looking after them. I thought you would be quite excited."
"I know I do. And I know it will be fun. I was just kind of looking forward to having a week with just you and me. You know, going out to the pub in the evening; staying up all night talking and watching movies; spend all day in bed, have sex whenever we feel like it. Just do stuff we don't get to do anymore."
"Cook, we always have sex whenever we feel like it."
"Yeah okay, so that wouldn't be any different. But seriously, do you even remember the last time we stayed up all night just talking? We used to do that all the time. Now it's strange for us to stay up past 11pm."
"Tell you what. I'll take this entire weekend off." Emily said, walking over to Cook and wrapping her arms around his waist. "We'll take the entire weekend together. We'll do whatever you want on Saturday, go out to the pub on Saturday night, stay in bed late on Sunday. I'll tell Mum and Dad we can't make lunch this week. The whole weekend, just you and me. Sound good?"
"Sounds incredible. But I don't want you to do it if you have too much work to do. We can do it some other time."
"Nope. This weekend. Done and done."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Cook leant down and kissed Emily lightly on the lips. "You are incredible."
"I know." Emily replied cheekily, stepping away from Cook and continuing with the dishes.
"You never answered my question from before though. Do you have any idea how much it'll cost to send two people to Germany for a week?" Cook asked.
"Does it matter? It's not like we can't afford it. We have plenty of money sitting in the account, just waiting to be used."
"That's the money we've been saving. What if something else comes up that we need it for?"
"Cook there's enough money in that account to send Katie and Ben around the world for a year. What's going to come up that we would need that much money for?"
"I don't know. What if the car breaks down and we need to get a new car?"
"Cook, your car is like a year old. It's not going to break down. And we would still have enough money anyway."
"What if we decide to get married? We would need that money for the wedding and honeymoon and everything."
Emily spun around to look at Cook, her eyes wide.
"Chill babe, that wasn't a proposal. It was completely hypothetical. But it's good to know where you're at." Cook joked.
"Oh. Right." Emily said, relieved. "Good. Just… I don't think we're ready for that yet."
"Yeah, definitely not. I mean we've only been together for five years and lived together for almost three years. Wouldn't want to rush in to anything." Cook said sarcastically. Emily knew he was just kidding around though.
Emily and JJ had met at school when they were 12 and had immediately become best friends. The two had met Cook when they started college and the three of them, as well as Katie had become good friends straight away. Emily and JJ dated for a while during their first year of college. It hadn't lasted long though. They both knew that they were better as just friends. So they had ended it amicably after a few months.
When JJ had started going out with Lara in their second year of college, Emily and Cook had grown closer. The day they had got their A-level results, the whole group had gone out to celebrate.
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"A, A, B!" JJ announced to the group before re-taking his seat. The group cheered as Emily rose to her feet.
"A, A, C." She said. Once again, the group cheered for their friend.
"B, B, C" Announced Cook. More cheers. Emily shot a huge grin at her mate. He always acted like he was stupid and didn't give a shit about his education, but Emily knew him well enough to know that he tried fucking hard to achieve the grades he got.
It was Katie's turn next. "B, C, C." She said.
The rest of the group shared their results and Cook went up to the bar to order more drinks. Once the friends were all sufficiently tipsy, they began to move on to numerous other pubs and clubs. Lara met up with JJ at one of the pubs and Katie called Ben to meet them, leaving Cook and Emily, the only single ones from the group to stick together. Not that either one of them was complaining. Being best friends for the past two years meant that there were together almost constantly.
It was after 3am when the 18-year-old Emily and Cook even considered going home. "Katie messaged saying she is going to stay at Ben's. You gonna come back to mine?" Emily asked Cook.
This had become something of a routine over the past year. The whole group would go out, Katie would go back to Ben's and Cook would go back to Emily's. They never did anything. Just slept. But it meant that Cook didn't have to walk Emily all the way back to her parent's mansion, and then walk by himself back to his student accommodation.
"Yeah, sounds good. Your parents won't mind, will they?" Cook said.
"Cook, you've stayed over almost every weekend for a year, and you're over almost every afternoon. My parents love you."
It was a good thing Emily's parents were so blissfully unaware of most of the things their daughters got up to, Emily thought. It wasn't like Cook and Emily ever got up to anything when Cook stayed over, but if their parents knew that Katie was staying at Ben's and not Pandora's, like they always said she was, they probably wouldn't have been so willing to let Emily and Cook share a room so often.
"Righto. Let's go then." Cook said.
Emily and Cook made their way out of the club and headed off down the road to the Fitch house.
"Piggyback me?" Emily asked when they had barely walked 100 metres.
"No fucking chance. You're not drunk enough for that." Cook said.
"But my feet hurt." Emily whined.
"Then you shouldn't have worn shoes that were so fucking high, should you?"
Emily looked at Cook and stuck our her lower lip. "Please?" She asked him quietly.
"Fine. Jump on." Cook said stopping and crouching down slightly so that Emily could climb on to his back.
The two friends laughed and joked their way to Emily's house. Finally they arrived at the huge house that the Fitch's had purchased a few years back. The Fitch's used to live in a nice little house near all the rest of the friends, but when Emily and Katie were 11, when Rob Fitch's gym had really taken off, they had moved to the massive mansion a bit further away.
Emily and Cook entered the house as quietly as they could and made their way up to the bedroom that Katie and Emily shared. They house had plenty of spare rooms, so there was no real need for them to share a room anymore, but when they had moved in to the house, Emily and Katie has still been quite young and had just assumed that they would share a room, as they always had. Now they were older, they were well aware that one of them could move in to the spare room, but the girls were close, and it didn't really bother them sharing.
So Cook and Emily walked in to the huge bedroom, Emily sitting on the edge of her bed, Cook taking a seat on Katie's bed. They were both quite sober now, from the decent walk home.
"So that's it then. Everything college-related is officially over. Never need to worry about it again." Cook said.
"Yeah, until it's time for university offers." Emily replied.
"Not that you have anything to worry about then, even. You could get in to anywhere you wanted. Besides. what's done is done. You've got your grades – fucking great ones at that – and there's no changing it now. We've done our best and that's all there is. Couldn't do any better than that." Cook said.
"Mm." Emily agreed sleepily. "I'm proud of you, Cook. You did really well."
"Right back at you, Emilio. Now let's go to bed, I'm fucking knackered."
Emily crossed the room and walked in to the large ensuite bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed face and headed back in to the bedroom where she found Cook sitting on the bed again, now wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt that he always kept there.
"You done in the bathroom then?" He asked, standing to his feet and walking to the door.
"Yep, it's all yours." Emily replied.
Emily pulled off the dress she was wearing and chucked it in the dirty clothesbasket. She walked to her bed and moved her pillow aside, expecting to see her pyjamas there, neatly folded, like their housekeeper put them everyday after gathering Katie and Emily's dirty clothes and making their beds. When they weren't there, Emily opened to the door to her wardrobe, thinking that maybe they had been washed and put away without her knowing. When she couldn't find them, she opened Katie's side of the wardrobe to have a look there. She heard Cook re-enter the room but didn't pay any attention. He had seen her in her bra and knickers more times than she could count.
Emily continued rifling through the wardrobe, but stopped suddenly when she felt a warm hand on her bare back. She spun around to see Cook standing right behind her, with a look on his face she hadn't seen before.
"What's up, Cook?" She asked.
"You're beautiful. You know that?" He said quietly, looking deep in to her eyes.
"Uhh. Thanks?" Emily replied, confused as to where this was coming from.
"Nah, I'm serious. You really are beautiful."
"Katie's beautiful." Emily said, turning back to the wardrobe to find a different pair of pyjamas, or anything really that would cover her up. She didn't really believe Cook. Katie was the beautiful one out of the twins. Emily was the smart one. That's just the way it was. Katie was beautiful and Emily was smart. Everyone knew it. Sure, Emily knew she wasn't ugly, but she would never consider herself to be beautiful.
Emily stopped searching once again when she felt Cook take her hand and gently turn her around so she was facing him. Cook placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face up to his.
"Katie has nothing on you." He said, leaning forward and catching her lips in a soft kiss. It only lasted a second before he pulled back and looked in to her eyes. Emily saw him moving forward again and she closed her eyes and allowed herself to respond to this kiss. She moved her lips in sync with his, opening her mouth when she felt his tongue brush against her lips.
After a minute of kissing, Emily pushed Cook back a few steps until the backs of his legs hit the side of her bed. Cook sat down on the edge of the bed, Emily bending over at the waist so that they could continue the kiss. Cook was running his hands up and down Emily's naked thighs; Emily's hands were gripping tightly to Cook's neck. Cook scooted back on the bed so that his back was resting against the wall, his legs straight out in front of him. Emily crawled on to the bed and straddled his lap, not once breaking the kissing.
After a few minutes, Emily reached down and gripped the hem of Cook's T-shirt and began to tug it up over his head. Cook raised his arms and allowed Emily to pull it off the rest of the way and drop it to the ground. Emily then reached behind her own back and undid the clasp on her bra and began to pull it off.
"Wait," Cook said, grabbing her hands and stopping her before she could remove her bra completely.
"What?" Emily said, confused and slightly embarrassed that she had taken charge, when this clearly wasn't even what Cook wanted.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cook asked.
Emily breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him, her embarrassment disappearing immediately. "Yeah, I'm sure." She said, capturing his lips in hers once again.
Cook reached up to Emily's shoulders and slid her bra straps down her arms, exposing her breasts. He gently removed Emily from his lap and pushed her backwards so that she was lying on her back on the bed. Cook lowered his body on top of hers, and Emily thought how strange it was that this didn't feel awkward, before she was lost in pleasure, as Cook kissed his way down her body.
Emily awoke a few hours later to find her bed empty. She lifted her head off the pillow and looked around the room in confusion, worrying that Cook had been scared off, or that he hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had. She looked over to Katie's bed and saw Cook sitting there, wearing his gray track pants, a broad smile etched across his face.
"Hi there," Cook said, still smiling at his friend.
"Hey." Emily rubbed her eyes and adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming through the window behind Cook. "How come you're over there?" she asked.
"Didn't think it would be too good if Mama or Papa Fitch walked in to find us in bed together. They would never let me stay over again." Cook said.
Emily sat up slowly, holding the sheet up to her chest to make sure she was covered. Cook, sensing Emily's discomfort at the situation, rose to his feet and pulled a t-shirt over his head. "I think I'll go say good morning to Rob and Jenna and get some breakfast. Want me to bring anything up for you?" He asked.
Emily shook her head. "No thanks."
Cook crossed to the room to the door, stopping with his hand on the door handle to look back at Emily. "We'll be doing that again, right?" He asked, a cheeky smile on his face.
"Definitely." Emily agreed, struggling to keep the grin of her own face.
"Good." Cook said, opening the door, exiting the room, and closing the door behind him.
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"As I recall, you were the one that was so ridiculously scared of commitment for the first four months of our 'relationship'." Emily said, making air quotations with her fingers when she said relationship. "If I recall correctly, you were the one that insisted we remain as fuck buddies for the entire summer after we got our results. It wasn't until I said that I was planning on going to London for uni that you admitted you loved me and begged me to stay here in Bristol with you."
"Hey, you know you didn't really want to go to Goldsmiths anyway. You only told me you were going to so that I would convince you to stay here with me." Cook retorted.
"Yeah, well it worked didn't it." Emily said sly grin at Cook.
"Yeah. It did." Cook admitted, smiling back.
"Good morning, Emily." JJ said as he entered the office, placing his briefcase on his desk and hanging his jacket on the back of his chair. "You're in early."
"Hey JJ. Yeah, I want to get a lot of work done today. I was thinking about taking the weekend off. Is that okay?"
"Emily, you don't need to ask things like that. You're not even supposed to work weekends."
"Well we have a lot of work to do."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't take your weekends. Besides, your workload should lessen a bit pretty soon. I got a call from the political magazine. After I went over all the details yesterday, I called them and said that we could meet all their requirements. So they have agreed to join us." JJ told Emily.
"Awesome. That's great. Good work, Jay."
"Yes, thank you. So they have suggested an editor to me, one that they think would be great for the magazine. A Ms Mason." JJ said, checking the name on a piece of paper on his desk. "I have a conference call with her in a hour to go over everything and see if she would be interested in coming over for a face-to-face meeting to make sure she's right for the company and to finalise everything."
"Ms Mason? Sounds like some 50-year-old librarian." Emily joked.
"Yes, they didn't provide me with many other details about her. She's had quite a bit of experience though. Studied politics and journalism at university, worked for a small newspaper and then did a bit of freelancing, writing politics pieces. She was picked up by this magazine and has worked her way up to chief editor in just a couple of years."
"Sounds impressive." Emily said slightly sarcastically, never a fan of people who seemed to work their way up to the top effortlessly. Mostly because she worked so hard to get to where she was, yet others seemed to do it with no problems. "But how is this going to lessen my workload? You said yesterday that I'll probably need to do more work."
"Yes, that's true, I did say that, but I've since gone over the sums and our budget and have discovered that we will be able to afford to hire a few more people that I originally thought. So we'll get the new editor, and she will pretty much run the magazine. We will also be able to hire a couple of journalists, as well as picking up some stuff from freelancers. And we can hire a couple of photographers, but will also have to rely largely on freelancers for that as well. And we can also hire a graphic designer who will work with Ms Mason, assuming she is the one we hire, to put together the magazine. All you will need to do is go over the final copy of the magazine, like you do with Freddie and Effy."
"Cool. Well I need to go downstairs and do some work with Eff, do you need me back for the conference call or are you right to do it yourself?"
"I'll be fine by myself, but you're welcome to join if you would like to."
"Nah, that's fine, I trust you."
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An hour and a half later, Emily re-entered her office, surprised to see JJ still sitting at his desk.
"Shouldn't you be talking to Ms Mason at the moment?" Emily asked, crossing the room and putting some papers away in the filing cabinet.
"Already done." JJ said.
"Already? That was quick."
"Yeah, well she was very easy to get along with. She's flying over for Monday and we'll meet her face to face. We can make a definite decision after that."
"Good-o. What was she like?"
"Smart, polite, friendly. Extremely attractive."
Emily looked over at JJ. "Why are you telling me that? You're married and I'm straight."
JJ shrugged sheepishly. "You asked what she was like, that was what came to mind."
Emily's office phone buzzed just as she took her seat at her desk. She pressed the intercom button. "Hey Panda," She said.
"Hi Emily! Hello JJ! If you're there… If he's not there, Emily, tell him I said hi when he comes ba-"
"Yes, I'm here, Panda. Hello." JJ said, cutting Pandora off before she could really start.
"What's up Panda?" Emily asked.
"Your Mum's on the phone. Is now a good time to talk to her?"
"Yeah, put her through."
Emily heard Panda press a couple of buttons and she picked up the phone and put it to her ear. "Hey Mum."
"Hello, Emily. How are you?"
"Good thanks, how are you?"
"Very good thanks."
"Good. How's Dad?"
"He's good too."
"And James?"
"James is... James. You know what he's like."
Emily laughed, "Yep. Is he still enjoying uni?"
"Yes, I think he is. Although whenever I ask him about it he just starts talking about that Gordon Macpherson. Apparently they have a lot of the same lectures."
"Oh god. I can't believe James is still friends with that pervert."
"Yes. James keeps saying that he and Gordon are going to move in to a flat together next year. He says he needs his own shag pad, since your father and I aren't entirely comfortable with him bringing girls back here."
"Since when has that stopped him before?"
"It hasn't. I'm trying to convince your father to talk him out of it, but he says he needs to learn to be a man."
Emily and her mother chatted for a few more minutes, before Emily steered the conversation in a different direction.
"Listen, Mum, I'm glad you called. Me and Cook won't be able to make lunch this Sunday."
"Oh. Why not?"
"We haven't had a lot of time to ourselves lately so we are taking the whole weekend together."
"And you don't have time to spend two hours with your parents and siblings?"
"Well I saw Katie, Ben and the kids last night. And it's not like James will care. And I'll probably see Dad at the gym tonight."
"So I'm the only one that doesn't get a visit from my daughter and son-in-law?"
"He's not your son-in-law, Mum. We're not married, we just live together."
"Well you might as well be married. And it's only a matter of time before you are, so there's nothing wrong with me calling him my son."
"Yeah, whatever, Mum." Emily said, rolling her eyes. "Listen though, if you want to catch up we could meet up for lunch of coffee or something on Friday?"
"I'm taking Katie to her antenatal appointment on Friday."
"Really? How come you're taking her?"
"She said that Ben needs to work. And she can't just go by herself because she'll have Mia with her and it will be too hard. So I said I would take her, and I can help watch Mia. Plus it's good to have a second set of ears to hear what the doctor says, just in case Katie misses or forgets something."
"Fair enough. Okay, so we'll just see you for lunch next Sunday then."
"Yes, okay dear. I'll let you get back to your work."
"Thanks. Love you, Mum."
"I love you, too, Emily. Tell Cook I love him, too, and give him a hug and a kiss from me."
"Will do. See you later."
"Bye."
Emily hung up the phone and looked at the time. "Jesus, that woman can talk." Emily said, noticing that it was already time for her next meeting. She stood up, gathered some papers and walked to the door. "I've gotta go meet with Chris. You wanna have lunch together when I get back?" She asked JJ.
"I'm having lunch with Thomas, but you're welcome to join us if you'd like."
"Nah, that's cool. You guys have fun."
Before Emily knew it, it was 3pm Friday afternoon and she was packing up her things for the weekend.
"You sure you don't mind me leaving a bit early today?"
"Emily, you've been working 10 hour days all week. You could have taken the entire day off. And stop treating me like I'm your boss. I'm not." JJ said.
"Sorry. Okay, I'm off then. I'll see you Monday. Have a good weekend. And give Lara and the boys a kiss from me."
"And you give Cook one from me." JJ joked.
Emily walked in to the apartment, hung her coat on the back of the door, threw her keys on the hall table, dumped her bag on the ground and walked through to the lounge room, expecting to see Cook there. When he wasn't there, she checked the kitchen. Upon finding that also empty, she began climbing the stairs to the second floor. She knew he was home because his jacket was hanging on the door next to hers and his keys were on the hall table.
"Babe, you home?" She called through the quiet house. She walked in to the bedroom, a smile gracing her face as she saw a bunch of roses in a vase on her bedside table that hadn't been there this morning. She walked over to the bedside table and smelled the roses, pulling out the little card that was attached. She pulled it out of the tiny envelope and opened the card.
'Emily,' the card read, 'just because I love you xoxo'
Emily's smile grew even more and she shivered as she felt a cool wind blow through the room. She looked over to the French doors that led to the balcony and saw that they were slightly ajar. She walked across the room and slipped outside quietly, smiling as she saw Cook leaning against the railing, looking down on to the street below, smoking a cigarette. She walked up behind him quietly and wrapped her arms around his waist. Cook jumped slightly at her touch, but relaxed when he realised it was Emily. He twisted one arm behind him and hugged her back as best he could from their awkward positions.
Emily moved to stand beside Cook and lent against the railing, mimicking his position. Cook wrapped an arm around Emily's shoulder and she lent in to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek, and then plucking the cigarette from between his lips, taking a puff, and then putting it back between his lips.
"Thank you for the roses." She said, "They're lovely."
"You're welcome. I didn't expect you to be home this early. I would have made myself look pretty." He said with a wink.
Emily laughed. "I think you look very sexy in your trackies."
Emily and Cook stood on the balcony for a few minutes longer, finishing off the cigarette. When it was done, Cook flicked it down to the road below.
"Cook, do you have to do that? There's an ashtray right there." Emily said, pointing to the ashtray that sat a couple feet away.
Cook gave a shy little smile and kissed Emily on the cheek. "I'm sorry babe." He said.
Emily shook her head at his manipulative ways. "So. Friday afternoon, we have two a little bit days to spend together, just you and me. How do you want to start it? Pub? Club? Cinema? Fancy dinner? Check out some local band?"
"Actually, I hired a couple of movies. There's some beer chilling in the fridge and a take out pizza menu by the phone."
"Seriously? Our weekend of doing things we never get to do anymore is being kick started by beer, pizza and movies? You're getting old and lame, Cook."
"It's about spending time together, not necessarily doing things we don't do anymore. And I'm not old and lame, I'm just saving up all my energy for tomorrow night."
"What are we doing tomorrow night?"
"Hitting up the clubs! Getting drunk, high and whatever else we feel like."
"Cook, we're 23, not 18."
"Yeah, well maybe we'll just hit the pubs then. Have some dinner, a few drinks, play some pool. Whatever it is the grown ups do these days."
Emily laughed. "Sounds good. So what movies did you get then?"
"'Shutter Island' and 'Where the Wild Things Are'. You can pick what we watch."
"Ooh, Where the Wild Things Are. Definitely." Emily said excitedly.
"Good. I was hoping you'd pick that. Now, you change in to your trackies, I'll grab the beer and I'll meet you in the lounge room."
"Ugh, do you have to get up yet?" Cook groaned as Emily pressed the snooze button on the alarm clock, silencing the incessant beeping for another five minutes.
"I can have a couple more minutes." Emily mumbled as she lay her head back down on the pillow.
The weekend really had gone too fast for both Emily and Cook's liking. They had stayed up late watching movies on Friday night, slept in late Saturday morning and spent the day together. Then they went out for dinner in the evening and then to the pub for drinks and pool. They stayed in bed late again on Sunday before going to a café for lunch and then to the cinema. They had spent the rest of Sunday wrapped up between the sheets, simply enjoying each other.
Cook wriggled over, closer to Emily and draped his arm over her stomach, lightly brushing his fingers over her ribs. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her softly over and over again. Emily reached an arm up and rested her hand on the back of Cook's head, playing with his short hair.
"Mmm, that feels nice." She said.
Cook moved his hand slightly so that it was cupping her naked breast and kissed his way along Emily's jaw until he reached her lips. Her kissed her lightly once, twice and then again, deepening it.
"Do you have time?" Cook asked. Emily knew what he was suggesting.
"No. I'm sorry." Cook groaned in disappointment. "I really am sorry. I just can't be late today."
Emily climbed out of bed and pulled on her robe. Cook sat up and reached for his pyjama pants that were left on the ground.
"You don't need to get up yet." Emily told him, "You don't need to be at work for a couple of hours yet."
"Yeah, but I'd rather spend some time with you now."
"Aww, aren't you sweet." Emily said, walking over to Cook's side of the bed and kissing him. "Wanna join me in the shower?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Cook said with a wink, jumping up off the bed and walking straight to the ensuite bathroom, holding the door open for Emily.
"Hey JJ." Emily said an hour later, passing JJ his usual coffee order.
"Hey Ems. Thanks." He said, taking the coffee. "Ready for the meeting?"
"Yep, where and when is it?"
"I sent a car to pick her up at the airport, she should be here in about 20 minutes. And we're meeting in meeting room three."
"Great. Well I've got some stuff I need to give to Freddie, I'll meet you there in a bit then."
15 minutes later, Emily made her way to meeting room three. She opened the door and stepped inside the room.
"Ah, here she is." She heard JJ say. Emily turned around to see whom JJ was talking to. "I'd like you to meet my business partner-"
"Emily?"
"Naomi?"
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Hope that wasn't too disappointing. And sorry for any mistakes. It's 2am and I'm fucking tired. And sick.
Also, I haven't forgotten about 'House Made of Paper', incase anyone was wondering... Just struggling with it a bit at the moment...
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Review? They surely do bring a smile to my face :)