Disclaimer : I don't own Skins or anything I write about.

Pairing : Naomily.

Note : Sequel to Cupids Arrow.

Chapter Four - Passion

Emily walks into the room gingerly.
The darkness is surrounding her eyes - she holds her hands out in front of her to avoid crashing into something.
Naomi follows, and cautiously holds onto Emily's hips trying to find her way into the cupboard.
It's a tight squeeze; the room is long and thin - one wall is covered with brooms, and a vacuum.

Emily pauses as she hears a loud whurring noise.
'What the fuck?' she asks nervously.
Naomi pushes past her carefully, and makes her way down towards the noise.
She is stopped abruptly when her knees make contact with the noise.
'Relax Em, it's a washing machine.' Naomi laughs fondling the machine before turning around.

Walking back upto the redhead, Naomi loses her control.
She wraps her hands in her hair, and pulls the smaller girl into her.
Their lips crash together, causing Emily to jump a little at the strength of Naomi.
Naomi's hands are locked onto Emily's hips, pushing Emily closer to her own.
Emily's hands are tight around Naomi's neck increasing the intensity of the kiss.

Right on cue, Naomi bends her knees slightly, and picks up the girl easily.
In Naomi's arms, Emily leans down and matches her lips once more to Naomi's.

Without much hassle Emily is thrown onto the washing machine.
Naomi, creating a space for herself; stands inbetween the smaller girl's legs.

The vibrations from the machine are spurring Emily on.
She pulls Naomi by the necklace, and once again is kissing her passionately.
Pulling back, she feels Naomi's hands on the rim of her top, pulling it with one easy motion.
Naomi drops the top behind her, and allows her hands to swam over the redhead's body.

She removs Emily's bra with ease; making light work of the clasp.
Her hands grasp the small mounds in front of her, and rolled her nipples inbetween her thumb and her index finger.

Emily throws her head back, and moaned at the contact.
Naomi revels in hearing Emily call for her.
She loves the fact that she was the only one allowed to make Emily feel like that.

Emily, controlled by urgency and desire, takes the first move, and unbuttons Naomi's trousers.
Sliding her hand down with ease, she feels the moisture against Naomi's underwear.
'Fuck...you're...so wet.' she said panting as Naomi was still making her breathless.
Naomi's fingers and thumb are removed and replaced with her mouth, her tongue making patterns all over Emily's throbbing bud.
'Yeah.' Naomi replies muttering against Emily's breast.

She manages to pull herself away, and looked at the half naked girl before her, obviously, savouring the sight before her.
'God, Em. You're so sexy.' she says lifting herself up onto the washing machine.

Emily's hands manage to slide Naomi's trousers off, and they too are thrown onto the ever growing clothes pile on the floor.
Naomi pecks Emily's lips before sliding down to her jawline, placing fairy kisses all the way across to her ear.
She took a lobe in between her lips, and managed to sound one light moan into the redheads ear.

Kissing down to her clavicle, Naomi slides her tongue down between the gap in between her breasts.
Working her way down Emily's body, she lifts Emily's skirt upwards baring Emily's thighs.
Naomi finds herself in the familiar position and that famous question.
Fingers or tongue.

Peeling her lacy red underwear down, Naomi's greeted by the sight of Emily's glistening area.
She lets out a small smile before shortening the distance with her face.
Savouring the taste she allowed herself a few short licks to keep Emily on the edge.

Emily leans forward and takes a long look at Naomi before nodding.
Her face is full of lust and wanting.

Naomi follows her command, and slips one finger slowly inside.
With each thrust, she pushes the finger in deeper and deeper until Emily's hips begin to work with her.

Naomi takes her free hand and places it on her underwear.
Feeling the damp material underneath her fingers seems to spur her on.

She slips another finger inside Emily and felt her clench around her own fingers.
Looking up, she delighted in seeing the pleasure firmly etched on the redheads face.

Emily stretches her arms back, leaning on the wall for support.
Naomi guides her fingers deep inside, and moves them around.
The blonde knows off by heart where her fingers need to be in order for Emily to lose control.
She finds her G spot with ease, and continues to thrust back and forth, hitting the same spot everytime.

Naomi knows Emily isn't far from release.

'Ready or not, here we come.' They hear from outside the door.
Naomi dived forward covering Emily's mouth with her free hand.
That last sudden movement seemed to be the charm.
As if by comical coincidences, Emily releases, there and then.

That truely was seven minutes in heaven.