This one is terribly short, so I apologize. It's only half of what I wanted for this chapter, but i'm not sure when i'll get the chance to write. So think of this as part one...

E5O x

No Smoke Without Fire (Part I)

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It was silly. Pretending to be asleep. Changing her breathing method to somehow fool Emily into thinking she was asleep. Hoping that Emily would just go to sleep herself. But at the same time, she felt that tingling sensation crawl up her spine. That infatuation with Emily getting the better of her. Emily wasn't like anyone she had ever meant. Of course she had seen the girls with tattoo's and the piercings. She had always been intrigued by those girls. But no girl like that had ever crossed her path.

Not like Emily.

Emily had crossed her path, and it seemed Emily wanted to stay a while.

That was another point Noami made. What was all this shameless flirting? A way for Naomi to feel that feeling of being wanted? Would she really go through with anything? What did Emily want? If anything ever happened, would it last? Would it just be some meaningless, wild sex? Sex! God I need to sleep!

Her imagination began to run wild. Every thought leading to another. Eventually taking Naomi to the thought that had screamed through her mind the minute she had laid her eyes on Emily. Sex.

It was ridiculous.

Completely ridiculous.

Or was it? Could Naomi let herself do that. Just be that for Emily. She didn't know Emily. Not well enough to know if she had an expiry date?

Adjusting her position, she huffed, trying to relax. Trying to sleep. Trying to forget about having sex about Emily.

Her body reacted at the contact of Emily's warm hand. Sliding softly over her torso. Resting just over Naomi's arm. She contemplated questioning Emily, but knew that deep down she almost craved this. Why? She had no fucking clue. She didn't do cuddling. She didn't exactly picture Emily to be a cuddler. She never shared a bed with someone. Yeah she shagged every once and a while. But that was shagging. This, this wasn't.

She tensed as Emily slid closer into her, pressing her body into Naomi. After a few moments Naomi relaxed. Welcoming the touch. She thought she might've freaked out, but for some reason she remained completely calm. Emily had a hold on her. And she fucking liked it.

Taking deep breaths of reassurance, she found Emily's sweet strawberry scent fill her lungs. Comfortable in the redheads arms.

She wondered how Emily could be so different behind closed doors. Wondered just how much more different Emily was when there wasn't an audience.

The heat within her, singed through her veins. Soft lips pressed to her neck, breaking her from her comfort. Emily was kissing her. Actually, like, fucking kissing her. Oh my God.

Maybe she thinks I'm asleep? No, why the fuck would she start coming onto me when I'm asleep. Do something. DO something!

Naomi turned her slightly, face smothered by a sea of red locks. "Em-"

"Shush. Don't think." Emily hushed her, placing a tentative finger to the blonds lips.

Emily locked her eyes with Naomi's. Capturing the blond in that mesmerizing stare. Flickering her eyes between blue eyes and kissable lips. Waiting for a protest from the blond. She always knew how to get her women. But Naomi wasn't just some girl down to fuck.

She lowered her head, still anticipating the protest, but Naomi failed. Emily lingered her lips closely, breath running over Naomi's neck. Antagonizing the lust. Here goes nothing.

She brushed her lips lightly, carefully. Naomi began to kiss back, intensifying the kiss even more. Lifting her head higher to capture Emily's lips even more. Taste her. For a minute it stayed at sloppy lips. But Emily wanted more. And she was sure Naomi did too. She begged with her tongue, running it along Naomi's bottom lip. Success. Naomi parted her lips, begging to fight Emily's tongue with her own. Emily pushed herself up, lifting herself higher, and over Naomi. Straddling her with one leg.

They parted, desperate for air. "We shouldn't" Naomi breathed out.

"But we did." Emily leant in for another kiss.

"I know." Kiss. "But-" Kiss. "What about" kiss, "Katie?"

Emily pulled back, blankly staring at Naomi. "You're into Katie?"

Shaking her head, Naomi replied, "No. God no! I mean. She wouldn't approve. In fact I think she'd go off her fucking nut!"

Emily shook her head, laughing. "It's just kissing babes. And what Katie doesn't know, wont hurt her." Emily leaned in, "I want you. And I think you want me too."

Naomi sighed, rolling her head to the side, then back at Emily. "I bet a lot of girls want you. Had you. And where are they now?" Naomi asked.

Emily let out a laugh, "Okay, I have a reputation." She rolled off Naomi, laying in her back, huffing.

"Don't do that." Naomi rolled her eyes. She felt bad, judging Emily on her past. She didn't even know her past for a start. She had made assumptions. True ones at that.

"Do what? You don't want to. It's fine." Emily replied tight lipped.

"No...I...Fuck I do want to. There...I said it." Naomi sighed, giving into Emily.

A smile grew on the redheads lips. "It's not like I'm asking you for a relationship or anything. Cause believe me, you wouldn't want to live in my world. But we're not in my world at the moment, are we?"

Naomi grew cautious again. What was wrong with Emily's world?

"I'm not another notch on your belt. Whatever belt you're up to now." Naomi snapped.

Emily reached out, placing a hand on the blonds cheek. "I like you okay. I don't know you, but I like you. You're different. This could be a life changing moment for you and me." Emily's words forced the Naomi to laugh.

"Do you say that to all the girls?" Naomi quipped.

"I don't really say much to them." Emily countered, smirking. "I think, you're too wound up in your own world. That you need this. You need something to take your mind off all the shit that's going on in your life. You're on auto pilot. I think you need to make some decisions. Make some mistakes. Do things you know you shouldn't do. Stop sticking to the rules." Emily inched closer with every word.

Naomi knew it was wrong. Knew that there was a chance this could all turn into a big, huge fucking mess. But like a moth to a flame, Naomi was drawn to Emily's fire. Fuck it.

She crushed her lips against Emily. I don't give a fuck. I'm doing this because I can. Just because I can. She told herself.

She was always so stubborn. She didn't see this as submitting to Emily's poison. This was her. Making a decision. Taking some control over her life. She was choosing to kiss Emily. Choosing to let Emily run her tongue down her neck. Choosing to open her legs a little wider when Emily slid a hand down her stomach. This wasn't for Emily's ego. This was for her.

She closed her eyes, yelling at herself to stop thinking. Just go with it. It was just sex. Just sex.

Emily returned to her lips, delving in for another tongue battle. Naomi loved the way Emily kissed. So much passion behind it. So much lust. She craved the way Emily made her feel with just a kiss.

Wondered just what sort of damage Emily could do with the rest of her body.

A hand slipped down to the band of Naomi's knickers. "Can I?" Emily pulled back, looking into Naomi's eyes. Naomi smiled. She asked.

Naomi sucked on her bottom lip nervously. Can she? Of course she fucking can. Her libido screamed.

"Mmhmm." Naomi mumbled. Emily wasted no time, sliding her hand down to Naomi's wet flesh. Emily squirmed at the touch. Feeling herself becoming even more wet at the contact. Holy shit.

No girl had ever had that effect on Emily. Usually it took a shit load of foreplay, alcohol or drugs to get her there. But she had no drugs tonight. Only kissed Naomi. And shit all liquor in her system.

She kept it safe for a while. Rubbing and stroking, not wanting to push Naomi further than she felt she already had. She had a feeling Naomi didn't do this very often. Well not as often as she did anyway.

Naomi arched her back, bringing herself higher and higher, begging Emily to get on with it. Emily glanced up again, searching for that reassurance. Again, finding it strange that she wasn't already having her way with naomi. She wasn't teasing her, like she would normally.

Definitely strange. But she had no time to dawn on that, because Naomi's face said it all. She was begging for it. Ready to throttle Emily if she didn't do something about her throbbing center.

Slowly, Emily's finger slid into her folds. "Jesus." Naomi gasped, rocking against the contact.

Emily wondered why she didn't just want to thrust the shit out of Naomi. Why she wanted to take it slow? Why she wanted to take her time?

She kept her eyes locked on the blond, watching the way Naomi tugged her lip between her teeth. God, she's so fucking sexy.

They worked their way into a rhythm, Emily sliding in another finger. Naomi clutched at Emily's back. Nails tearing into her skin. Emily, surprised at how worked up Naomi was.

She pushed and pushed, rocking with Naomi, watching as her body tensed, and shuddered, soaking Emily's fingers. Emily attempted to withdraw her fingers, stopping when Naomi's hand caught her wrist. "Just..." Naomi's chest heaved, still shuddering. Emily's lips stretched at the sight of Naomi. And how fucking beautiful she looked to Emily.

Naomi's grip loosened. Giving Emily permission to have her hand back. Emily waited patiently for Naomi to regain herself. Naomi, cheeks flushed, watched as Emily licked her fingers clean, grinning.

"I'll be right back." Emily excused herself, making her way to the bathroom on unstable legs.

Naomi lay alone in the dark, trying somehow to process what had just happened. Knowing full well that that had to be the best fuck she had ever had. Knowing that that would be nothing compared to the sex Emily would be used to. What if Katie found out? No way in hell could Katie find out. Throwing her arms against the blanket, she sighed, realizing, What the fuck have I just done?

Emily closed the door behind her, leaning on the bathroom sink for support. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She breathed, running the tap, scrubbing at her hands viciously. "You don't do this. So stop it." She told herself, looking up into her reflection, face expressed with confusion and fear. Running the cool through her hands, she splashed water on her face. Crumbling for just a second, Emily found herself again. Regained her strength. Throwing her red curls up into a bun, plastering that cheeky smile on her lips.