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Chapter four

Emily

"Come dance with me." He put his warm and sticky hand on my shoulder.

"No, thanks." I turned away, giving him my back.

He still had his hand on my shoulder so I picked it up between my thumb and my index finger and dropped it off like if it was some sort of vermin. It was that man I had accidentally gotten eye contact with when Naomi and I first entered the club, the man from the other side of the bar...

"Why not?" He had a bit of an accent when he spoke. I figured that he was from southern Europe.

He stroked his hand over my back, and I began to feel pretty uncomfortable. I started to twist nervously in the chair. I turned away more demonstratively and tried to reject him with my body language. It worked to a lesser extent. Instead of touching me he sat down beside me and waved for the bartender to come over.

"Do you want anything?" He asked.

"No, I'm actually here with someone." I said stiffly.

"I bet that bloke ain't much of a competition against me."

'Pretty confident here, are we? And that someone is actually a she.' But even if that was what I thought I didn't say anything.

Then from nowhere the man beside me flew onto the bar with his head. I saw from the corner of my eye how he caught himself with his hands and turned confused around, and so did I. I saw at one furious Naomi standing with her arms crossed looking sternly at the man beside me. 'If only looks could kill'.

At first he didn't notice Naomi, or maybe he just looked past her. He looked around himself in confusion to try to see what had happened. After a few seconds his eyes met Naomi's and when he saw her he smirked lightly in a very patronizing way.

"What is it love? Do you care for a dance?" He laughed.

"What the fuck is this?" She looked at me.

"He is a creep. I didn't do anything." I pointed at the man beside me hoping that Naomi would understand. Thankfully she turned her rage towards the man. For being drunk she was quite good at understanding the situation.

"Stay away from her." She tilted her head slightly and glared at the man.

I smirked where I sat. The ice-queen herself in the flesh were back. I realized that the loud music were pretty useful at this point, no one paid attention to what was happening.

"Who? Her?" He pointed at me and chuckled.

"Yes her. Don't you dare to fucking touch her."

"But we were going to take a spin on the dance floor." He leaned over me and wrapped an arm around me. And before I had even registered what had happened he kissed me on my cheek.

I had been totally unprepared. To be honest I had just watched Naomi with pride. That was my girl. But the kiss on my cheek made me turn to him and give him a slap right across his face. His hands flew instinctively up to his cheek.

He looked at me with wide eyes. "Take it easy." He said when he had recovered from the shock.

"That's what happens when you mess with my girl. She is a feisty one sometimes." Naomi took a few steps towards us and gave the young man a gentle but firm shove at his shoulder so that he straightened up and looked at her.

"Who are you?" He looked at Naomi but gazed cautiously at me before turning back to Naomi.

"Her girlfriend and you stay the fuck away from her." Naomi glared at him and took a threatening step towards him.

"Whoa." He raised his hands in an attempt to shield himself from her.

I though the sight was pretty funny now. He had been very cocky in the beginning but now he looked as if he was threatened by Naomi. I agree that Naomi is tall, but scary and threatening, no. My smirk fainted as the man looked over at me. He pointed at me and looked back with a smile at Naomi as if he got it.

"Oh girlfriends." He's smile turned to a smirk and he began to wave his index finger in a reprimanding way. "Good try to get me away." He laughed.

"You want fucking proof?!" Naomi raised her voice even more than necessary to overpower the music.

"Yeah!" He laughed and smirked at the same time.

In the next second Naomi pressed her lips against mine. She firmly found my tongue but stopped my few seconds of heaven abruptly. Then she took my hand and dragged me off my chair.

I looked at the young man, who sat with big eyes and a little smile playing on his lips.

"He's not worth our time." Naomi said stiffly and eyed the man from head to toe. Then she walked out of the pub while holding my hand. She practically dragged me out.

We pushed our way out through the dancing crowd. When we got outside I dragged in a deep breath of the cool air. Well the air wasn't really as cool as in England, but it was way cooler than inside the club. Naomi let go of my hand and walked away a bit from the entrance and sat down on the pavement.

"That was special." I said when I sat down beside her on the pavement.

"I won't let anyone near you, cause you're mine." She smiled and took my hand.

"Yes I am, always." I leaned my head against her shoulder and took her hand between both my hands. "I love you." I whispered and squeezed her hand gently, relieved that there was no music to drown my words.

I felt how Naomi turned so I looked up to face her. Her ice-blue eyes looked at me, piercing through my soul. She was the only one that could look at me and give me the feeling of being exposed. It felt as if she could see my whole soul when she looked at me. That was one of the reasons it had been so hard to see her while she was in hospital. Even if she hadn't remembered me she still had had that way of looking at me, that piercing gaze.

But the past didn't matter now. She was mine again, and I would never let her go.

"I love you too." She leaned towards me and gave me a soft kiss.

We sat in silence for a few seconds before her hand began to move up my thigh while she started to giggle. Her quick mood swing reminded me of the simple fact that she was drunk.

"Let's get back." I said and stopped her hand by lifting it off me. I stood up from the pavement and held out a hand for her to grab.

I brushed off the dust from the road that had gotten on my skirt with my free hand. Then I drag Naomi up from the street. She leaned back her head in resistance and made herself heavy by pushing back.

"No, why love?" She giggled out.

"Cause you're drunk, love." I said and made another effort to get her up.

Suddenly she stood up herself, just like that. I had used my whole body to try to drag her up and the sudden disappearing of resistance made me almost trip backwards. I let go of her hand as I wobbled back a few steps. She smiled and walked up to me and took my hand. I expected resistance from her once again. But she followed me and walked pretty straight by my side.

"Kiss me." She whispered in my ear as we walked.

I gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. I didn't want to feed her desire even more by giving her a proper one. I saw how she got a bit sad, but soon after she forgot it and began to stroking my spine. I shivered with pleasure, but I tried my best to stay determined and get her back as soon as possible.

We walked pass a dark alley. I glanced into it and all I could see in the darkness was some lumber. It gave me goose bumps, and not the good sort, so I dragged Naomi and myself away from it. We continued walking. A creepy feeling of being followed crept closer. And suddenly I could hear footsteps behind us.

'No. You're just imagining things.'

But I took a firmer grip on Naomi's hand. I didn't imagine the footsteps because I could still hear them, and they came closer.

And Naomi's comment assured me. "There is someone behind us." She half whispered, half giggled into my ear.

The next seconds went past so quickly I hardly remembered what really happened. That someone behind us, walked right into me with his shoulder, I felt how his hand fumbled with my skirt. At the same second Naomi backed off in shock. But as soon as she had backed off she was walking threatening towards the man beside me. Who by that time had already walked past me and was on his way down the street.

"This is not happening twice today mate." Naomi said and lengthened her steps towards the man.

The man got shoved in the back by Naomi down the empty street. He turned around and I caught a glimpse of his face. He was a middle-aged man with black hair and a native look. But he turned around and walked past me again. And once again I felt how he dragged in my skirt.

"No!" I exclaimed and backed off.

And the next second the man had disappeared behind a corner. It all had begun and ended in the time-lapse of less than a minute.

Naomi decided that it wasn't going to be over that quickly. So she walked from me and down towards the corner. I was sure that it was the alcohol that made her lose her assessment ability. I ran after her and grabbed her wrist because I wasn't really in the mood of searching up trouble once it had left.

Naomi and I looked first in chock after the man that disappeared and then she just looked sad. I felt how Naomi's hand searched after mine, so I let go of her wrist and grabbed her hand in a firm grip.

"What the fuck was that?" She asked, still looking down the empty street.

"Dunno..."

We began walking home again. As we walked I felt strange. My skirt had pockets in it. And I was positive that by the beginning of this night I had had something in it, something that had bounced against my leg when I walked...

I felt with my hand in my pocket and became extremely surprised when my whole hand appeared through a hole that hadn't been there before. I stopped abruptly.

"What is it?" Naomi half slurred out due to her drunkenness. She sounded totally unaware of what just had happened.

"Naomi... my wallet... it's gone."

Authors note: (I dedicated this chapter to a drunken Naomi. XD)

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