A/N: Hello, next chapter is here.

Naomi has kept her promise to stay away from Emily. I know some of you thought she gave up without a fight but I like to think she was honourable and respected Emily's wishes.

Doesn't mean it was easy, especially when she works with Emily's girlfriend and has to hear all about their time together.

But she'll cope, get back to normal soon... Whatever that is.

Thanks so much for the alerts and reviews.


Naomi - a few weeks later.

I tapped my pencil on my desk and looked around for something to occupy my mind, it's not like I didn't have plenty of work to do but I found myself easily distracted these days. I'd kept my promise to Emily, I hadn't called or had any contact with her since that afternoon in the cafe but it didn't mean I hadn't been tempted, especially when I'd had a drink or ten. Effy had actually confiscated my phone a few times when she saw me wavering, I always protested that I wasn't a child but deep down I knew it was probably for the best to stop me doing something stupid.

The lack of contact didn't mean Emily was ever far from my thoughts either, something that was made a hundred times worse by Mel's incessant good mood, she was almost as cheery as I was miserable and I can tell you that put some horrible thoughts in my head. Not anything violent (alright not always to do with repeatedly punching Mel in the face to wipe that smug grin off it) but mostly mental images of the pair of them together and not in a domestic bliss kind of way, far more graphic and upsetting than that.

I swallowed hard as Mel came into the room and sat down, she was on the phone and from her body language I didn't need two guesses to know straight away who she was talking to. Worse still I had to sit and listen as she giggled coquettishly like a pathetic teenager.

Bitter moi? I was so jealous it twisted inside my stomach and made me feel sick. I know I don't have any right to be jealous, Emily made it very clear she was going to concentrate on her relationship and it didn't take a genius to work out what that meant, but she must realise Mel talks to me, tells me all about her evenings and weekends.

"Ok baby," Mel said finally, she paused and then giggled again, "Emily Fitch! You're making me blush. I love you, see you tonight."

I only just stopped the gagging noise, well I turned it into a coughing fit. Mel rushed over and rubbed my back, "You ok Nai?"

I nodded my head as the coughing subsided.

"Here drink some water?"

I really wanted to hate Mel, but she was so bloody nice I couldn't. I suppose that was another good reason for things with Emily to end, she was right Mel didn't deserve to be cheated on, especially by someone she considered a friend.

"Thanks." I said after I'd taken a sip, come on Naomi, suck it up like a good girl, "things seem to be going well with Emily."

Mel grinned, "Better than ever."

"That's good." I lied smoothly.

A frown crossed her face, maybe everything wasn't rosy in the garden after all.

"Hmm, yeah..." She paused and shook her head, "It doesn't matter..."

"No, go on." I encouraged.

She sighed, "A couple of weeks ago we weren't getting on too well, Em was working a lot and we didn't see each other much. To be honest I thought she was finding excuses not to come over, she was distant and the couple of times we spoke she was really snappy with me."

A twinge of guilt passed through me, "but now things are back on track?"

Mel nodded, "Yeah she's been like a different person these past few weeks, really attentive, in lots of ways if you know what I mean?"

Oh yeah, I knew alright, "Hmmm."

"She's even bought me presents and flowers." Mel continued, "which I'm sure you know only too well is not like Emily at all."

"No she never was the soppy kind." I lied; she used to buy me gifts all the time even though we didn't have much money.

Mel laughed, "seriously, if I didn't know better I'd say she had a guilty conscience."

I shrugged, "Maybe she realised she was being mean to you."

"Probably," she agreed, "anyway enough about me. How are you? You've seemed a bit down recently, not your usual bubbly self."

I stared at her, "I thought I was supposed to do the sarcasm round here."

"Alright, that might be a bit of a stretch, but you know what I mean. It's a bit of a role reversal that I'm the one coming into the office telling stories about the wild sex I've had and you're totally silent."

Yep, that was another thing I had to put up with, probably because I was always very frank with Mel about my weekend exploits she saw no problem in returning the favour. As far as she was concerned, Emily and I were history, so it didn't occur to her that it might be insensitive or that I'd care either way.

"Nothing to tell." I replied with a shrug.

"No? Now try telling me there's nothing wrong with you." Mel said in disbelief.

I sighed, "alright, I'll fess up. I was sort of seeing someone, it was pretty casual, but it all got a bit intense so we ended things. Since then I've been a bit miserable, but I'll get over it."

A look of shock appeared on her face, "You? I don't do commitment Campbell? You were seeing someone?"

"Don't be so surprised, like I said it wasn't serious, just a bit of fun." So why did I feel like shit the whole time?

"Listen babe, who ever she was is an idiot." Mel started, "not only are you fit as the proverbial butcher's dog, but you're also a pretty nice person underneath that huffy exterior if people can be bothered to find out."

I reddened and felt guilty again, Mel was trying to make me feel better, if she knew it was Emily she was talking about I'm sure it would be a whole different kettle of fish.

"Aw, have I embarrassed you?" Mel teased.

"I'm not used to compliments very much." I said gruffly.

She winked at me, "now you listen to your Auntie Mel. The best way to get over a woman, is to get another one under you."

I laughed, "That's your advice? Shag my way through it?"

"I'm serious, get back in that saddle babe, then soon she'll be a distant memory."

I rolled my eyes, "I suppose so, it's hardly like it's a totally new concept to me is it?"

"Exactly." She replied, "Do you still have Stella's number, if not I can give it to you."

I frowned, "I'm not sure she was happy about being blown out last time."

Mel smiled, "Believe me, she's still very, very interested. She thinks you're playing hard to get and she loves a challenge. Give her a call, ask her out for a drink and I'm sure she'll be able to get your mind off this woman somehow."

I paused and thought about Mel's advice, maybe she was right, instead if moping around pining after Emily I should find myself some alternative company. After all, from the sounds of it Emily wasn't giving me a second thought, not that she'd tell Mel obviously, but she was clearly finding it easier to put what happened behind her, why shouldn't I do the same? Besides Stella was very attractive and this way I got to have sex tonight if she was free, a no brainer really.

I pulled out my phone and dialled her number while Mel gave me a thumbs up. It rang a few times then a husky voice answered.

"Well hello Naomi. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about me."

"It'd be pretty difficult to do that." I flirted back.

She chuckled, "So to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I'm at a bit of a loose end and wondered if you fancied a drink tonight?" I replied confidently.

There was a long pause, "normally that would be far too short notice but it's your lucky day, I've had a friend cancel on me, so I'm free."

"Excellent, thank your friend for me won't you?" I said with a laugh "6.30 too early?"

"I don't think so, we can go to my club if you like?"

"What sort of club is it?" I asked looking down at my worn jeans.

"Private members, very exclusive, we won't be disturbed."

"I'm not really dressed for it." And it sounds poncey, dodgy or both.

"Alright I'll meet you in town at 6.30 and we'll just find a bar, I'm not really bothered where we go."

"Sure, see you later." I confirmed.

"Bye Naomi," she husked my name in a way that sent shivers down my spine, "I'm very much looking forward to it."

I hung up with a grin, Mel was right, getting back into the saddle was the best way forward.

"All arranged?" Mel asked knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Yes Auntie Mel." I said jokingly, "we're going for a drink later."

She laughed, "believe me that won't take long."

I clutched my chest, "Just what are you trying to imply?"

Her eyebrow raised, "you know exactly what I'm saying. You can tell me all about it tomorrow, well that's if Stel doesn't get in first. She's been known to call me at some ungodly hours to regale me of tales of the latest fit bird she's taken home, I'm sure you'll be no different. It pisses Em right off if she gets woken too soon."

A sly smile spread across my face when another advantage of this evening's arrangement occurred to me, yes Stella was easy on the eye, would almost certainly look good naked and be great in bed. But was it wrong of me to be more excited about tonight knowing it would get back to Emily?


I sat in the bar tapping my foot, I was a bit early but if that made me look keen it wasn't a bad thing, besides the whole 'my friend has cancelled' thing was clearly bollocks, Stella didn't want to seem too eager, but we both knew she was lying. She'd texted me straight afterwards giving me the name of a bar in town, it was still a bit too trendy for my liking but it was better than the club she first suggested. I'd looked it up after Mel told me the name, I was right it was poncey as hell and I'd have felt totally out of place, not something I wanted tonight, no, the Campbell charm was going to be out in full force.

I briefly wondered if Mel had mentioned anything to Emily yet. Oh for God's sake Naomi, what are you expecting to happen? That she'll burst through the door and interrupt? Hardly bloody likely is it?

Six thirty on the dot Stella came through the door, I raised my hand to let her know I was here already and she glided over to the table. She kissed me on the cheek before she sat down with a smile.

"I didn't keep you waiting long did I?"

I shook my head, "I've only just got here."

She looked at my half finished pint, "someone's thirsty..."

"What can I get you?" I hastily changed the subject.

"A white wine, large, something dry." She didn't even try to argue.

I went up to the bar, another thing about this place was it was bloody expensive, but I didn't want to come across as cheap. I ordered half a pint and a large glass of Sauvignon blanc, then tried not to balk when I realised I wasn't getting much change from my tenner. I picked up the meagre coins from the tray, no bloody chance they were getting a tip and I made my way back over. Stella was watching me with interest and I guessed she'd been checking me out at the bar.

"Here you go." I said as I placed the drinks down.

She held up her glass, "Cheers and I think those jeans look very nice on you."

I smiled, "thank you."

"Obviously, they'll look even better on my floor."

I spluttered into my lager, blimey she wasn't one to waste time. "Cheesy."

She laughed, "the old ones are the best. So how was your day? Save any more poor urchins?"

Ok, so it was going to be more of a date than her comment suggested, "not today, for some reason I was distracted this afternoon."

"I can only apologise..." She replied with another smile.

I shook my head, "Mel warned me you were full of yourself."

"As she did me about you." Stella batted back.

"Touché. So how about you? Good day at the office?" I asked politely.

She rolled her eyes, "not particularly. I'm doing up a house for one of the Bristol City players, and let's just say all of his taste's in his mouth."

I laughed, "who is it?"

She mentioned someone I'd vaguely heard of, I wasn't a big fan of football or sport in general, but I'd seen in him in the local paper a few times. I continued to guffaw as she described the designs he wanted, it did sound disgusting.

"The trouble is he thinks he's going to get Hello magazine to do a shoot if it's impressive enough," she continued, "I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was too minor to attract them and he's obviously too thick to work out that celebrities very rarely use their own house for shoots."

"And yet you're taking his money?" I quipped.

She raised her eyebrow, "We can't all be do gooders you know?"

"So Mel was right at dinner, you are indiscreet about your clients."

"I'm only telling you sweetie." She responded.

I nodded to the side, "Half the bar was listening in, it'll be in the paper by tomorrow morning."

"I doubt they're that interested, it's not like it's the Beckhams is it?" She said wryly. "Now I could tell you some stories there that'd make your hair curl."

"Maybe you can save them for when we're somewhere more private." I said flirtatiously.

She looked at me and took a sip of her wine, "oh believe me babe, you won't be interested in stories when that happens..."

We continued to chat about things, the news, politics, even the tv. When our drinks ran out Stella immediately got up and replenished them, so we weren't rushing anywhere just yet. Suddenly my thoughts turned to Emily again, see I told you I kept doing that. I wondered what she was doing but then decided it was probably better not to know.

"Hmmm, that's a thoughtful look, is everything alright?" Stella asked as she sat down.

I shook myself, come on Naomi, focus on the woman in front of you, "yeah fine, I was just thinking I was having a nice time."

She laughed, "I don't know whether to be more offended you seem surprised or the fact it made you frown."

I laughed back, "sorry, no offence intended, but sometimes you know how it is, you see someone stunning and when you speak to them realise they're thick as two short planks or have a really annoying voice."

"Are you saying I'm stunning?" She fished.

I took a sip of my drink, "definitely and very good company too."

"It's not exactly a chore being here with you either you know?" She returned the compliment.

"Glad to hear it."

We continued to talk and flirt until the rest of our drinks were gone. I went to stand up to get the next round but Stella placed her hand on my arm.

"I've got a nice bottle of red in my flat."

"Have you? I do like a nice red..."

She smiled, "then I suggest we get a taxi, it'll need to breathe first."

It wasn't the only one.

We found a cab easily and a highly charged journey followed, especially when Stella started to softly rub the inside of my thigh. I turned my head as she inched higher and she winked at me.

"Nearly there."

I wasn't sure if she was talking about the flat or the fact she was almost at the top of my leg.

"Good," my voice wobbled slightly.

She paid the driver and we went inside. "I'll open that wine, make yourself comfortable."

I took my jacket off and sat on the sofa, for some reason I felt nervous, which wasn't like me at all. Normally I was the one brimming with confidence and calling the shots, but here I was sitting slightly uncomfortably in a relative stranger's flat.

She returned with two glasses and sat as close to me as she could. I took a large gulp.

"It's ok Naomi, I don't bite, well not unless you want me to." She purred at me as once again her hand travelled up my leg, only this time she didn't stop and I moaned softly as her fingertips pressed against me.

I felt her breath against my ear, "I told you this was your lucky day..."

"We'll see about that hun." I answered back as I pulled her into a kiss.

There was an immediate urgency about it as she hungrily sought out my tongue, my hands cupped her breasts and I gently began to squeeze them, causing a low moan to escape her throat.

And then just like that she popped into my head, not Stella, Emily. Not the person currently making their way to the button of my jeans, but the redhead who was probably doing something similar to her girlfriend at this very moment in time. I pulled away in shock but Stella continued to undo my jeans so I gently pushed her hands away.

"Sorry, this isn't a goer."

Her head snapped up, "What?"

"I'm really sorry, but I don't want to do this."

"An hour and a half in that bar says otherwise hun. You were practically salivating in the taxi." She said incredulously.

I held my hands up, "I know, and I do find you attractive, very, but I'm just not comfortable."

She pulled back with a sigh, "Ok, care to tell me why?"

I took a deep breath and fastened my jeans, "I was sort of seeing someone, it didn't work out, I really am crap at relationships of any kind. But now I'm not sure I want to do this any more either."

"Do you still want to be with this woman?" Stella asked.

I shook my head, "it's complicated and I don't think that's going to happen, but in time I might want something more permanent with someone and I don't think sleeping around is the best way to do that."

She chuckled, "you couldn't have worked that out before you got me all hot and bothered?"

"I've only just realised myself." I said sheepishly.

"Jesus my vibrator is going to do overtime tonight, I can tell you."

I smiled, "you won't be the only one..."

"I don't suppose you'll change your mind, save my batteries." She asked wryly.

"I'll buy you some new ones." I quipped back.

She shook her head, "I can't believe I've been blown out not once, but twice, by you Naomi. Most people don't even get the chance to do it the first time."

"Consider it a learning experience." I said cheekily as she slapped my arm.

"Honestly, don't push your luck, I could have been far more annoyed about this."

I nodded, "I know, thanks for taking it so well."

She sighed, "It's probably the shock."

We finished our drinks and she showed me to the door, I kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry again, I didn't mean to lead you on."

She wagged her finger, "you're only getting one more chance Naomi, I mean it three strikes and you're out."

I grinned, "see ya around."

I was waiting for the lift when I heard my name, I turned.

"Whoever she is, she's a lucky woman."

I shrugged, "like I said, that ship's sailed, but thanks."

I waited in lobby for my cab to arrive, when it did I got in and gave my address to the driver. I let myself into the flat, Effy was watching tv, her head spun round when she heard me.

"What are you doing back so early?" I'd let her know I'd probably be out tonight.

I shrugged, "couldn't be arsed."

Her eyes narrowed, "thought you were onto a sure thing?"

"I was, I even ended up at her flat..."

Effy regarded me strangely and then slowly shook her head, "dear, oh dear..."

"What?" I said defensively.

"Someone else occupying your thoughts was it?"

I reddened, "No, I just couldn't be bothered, wasn't in the mood."

Effy snorted, "you keep telling yourself that Naoms, who knows you might actually start believing it."

"Look it wasn't about Emily ok? She isn't interested, I know that." I protested.

"And if you believe that you really are more delusional than I first thought." She replied scathingly.

"I'm going to bed." I said huffily.

It was early so I read a book but my thoughts were elsewhere and I kept rereading the same paragraph. It wasn't about Emily, I kept trying to convince myself, she and Mel are all loved up, there's no chance in hell of anything happening, not that's what I wanted, of course I didn't.

Finally I gave up on the book and got into bed, thoughts still swimming around my brain, trying to tell myself it was just me growing up a bit and had nothing to do with the redhead at all. So why was it when I finally drifted off to sleep it was Emily's face I saw and besides, it wasn't anyone else who'd made me stop with Stella was it?


The next night I wandered listlessly around the flat, Effy was working late and the tv nearly sent me into a coma. Normally I could zone out, just sit silently and veg in front of some moronic programme before I went to bed, but it was past ten and I wasn't the least bit tired.

I thought about giving myself a treat, I hadn't done anything yesterday and it would normally relax me but I knew I'd be thinking about her all the time and somehow it didn't appeal. Yes, ok, so I'd finally admitted that thoughts of Emily had stopped me last night but it didn't mean I liked it.

I hadn't seen much of Mel today, so I'd been spared the low down on her night with Emily. I also didn't want to admit I'd chickened out with Stella, it would only lead to awkward questions and I doubted very much the response of 'because I couldn't stop thinking about your girlfriend' would be deemed a suitable one.

The only time our paths crossed she'd given me a knowing look and then said I didn't have to tell her anything, Stella had filled her in on proceedings, very completely. I blushed at that point and asked if she was pissed off, her calm reaction last night had surprised me, most people would have blown their top at being led on like that. Mel gave me a strange look and an even more puzzling reply that Stella was far from pissed off with me, that she wouldn't shut up about me actually. Then she left for her next meeting and I sat in slightly self congratulatory silence as I'd appeared to get out of it unscathed.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by the intercom buzzing, once, then again, then a third time. At first I thought Effy had forgotten her keys so imagine my surprise when I looked at the screen and saw Emily standing in front of the camera, arms folded, impatiently tapping her foot.

"Hello?"

"It's me Naomi, I know you can see..."

I buzzed her in and went to the front door of the flat, I opened it and waited for the lift. Was it wrong my heart rate suddenly sped up? The lift doors opened and I smiled as a fiery redhead marched towards me, she burst through the door.

"Hi Emily, why don't you come on in?" I said sarcastically to the empty hallway.

I walked into the lounge to find her pacing.

"Effy not here?"

I shook my head, "working late."

"Good." The reply was short and sweet, well actually slightly bitter.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" I enquired.

She snorted, "oh I think you know fine well Naomi."

I shrugged, "haven't a clue. I thought we weren't allowed to see each other anymore? You asked me to leave you alone so you could concentrate on your girlfriend remember?"

Emily turned, "enjoy your date?" She practically spat out the last word.

I shrugged again, "it wasn't bad."

She stared at me, "you did it on purpose didn't you? Went out with Stella knowing full well it'd get back to me? Mel told me she'd said to you that sometimes Stella phones her first thing and you knew I'd have to lie there this morning listening as the pair of them went through a very through debrief."

Like I said, it was a consideration, but I was hardly going to admit that to her was I?

I frowned, "Er no, I didn't actually, I went out with Stella because she's attractive and, unlike some people, available."

"Oh yeah, she's available all right, some might say too available."

I folded my arms, "I'm really not sure you should speak about her like that, it's not very nice."

Emily stared at me, "sweet, sticking up for her. I hope you'll both be happy together, you deserve each other."

"Might want to work on your sincerity Em." I responded.

"So does she live up to her name? Stella? From the sounds of what she told Mel, it was quite some night, wouldn't stop banging on about how great you were."

I smiled to myself, now what Mel said earlier made more sense, obviously Stella had embellished our date somewhat. For whatever reason Emily thought we'd slept together and call me cruel I wasn't about to set her straight, well not yet anyway. I suppose I wanted a reaction from the redhead and if this was the result then it was mission accomplished with bells on.

"Forgive me for saying this but it sounds suspiciously like you're jealous."

Another dismissive snort, "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you? Making me jealous?"

I folded my arms, "you need to help me here."

"Help you with what? I've explained..." She replied.

I shook my head, "You need to explain why the fuck it's got anything to do with you. Who I spend time with and what we do is none of your business."

Her shoulders sagged, "You're right. Sleep with whoever you want, it's got nothing to do with me. I shouldn't have come here."

"So why did you?" I challenged.

She looked up in conflict, "Because... Because..," Emily paused, "I don't know..."

"Like I said you were the one who ended things, not me." I began, "you were the one who said we had to stop."

She nodded, "I know."

"You wanted to 'focus on your relationship', that was the important thing." I continued. "You didn't seem to give a shit about the fact I'd have to work with your girlfriend every day, sit there and listen to your simpering conversations, hear all about how loved up you were again."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." She replied quietly. "I just... When I heard... I was so..."

"Jealous?" I finished.

She looked at me with fire in her eyes, "Yes, ok? Yes... I was, and still am jealous... the thought... the thought of her... touching you... it's been driving me insane all day... I haven't been able to concentrate on anything else..."

Probably time to fess up, "I might have partly asked her on a date because I knew you'd find out..."

One down, one to go. I was stopped in my tracks by a soft pair of lips being pressed forcefully against mine, unlike last night it didn't feel wrong, it felt perfect.

Emily pulled away, "I can't... I can't stand it..."

I bent down and gently kissed her again, in spite of her protestations she kissed me back, "Shhhh, it's ok... it's ok..."

When we pulled away she looked up with frightened eyes, "is it?"

"I can't stop thinking about you." I replied weakly.

She smiled, somehow surer, "I can't either."

"What are we going to do?"

Emily took my hand and led me from the room; we walked down the hallway, she opened my bedroom door, "right now? We're going in there..."

My eyebrow raised, but I smiled, "and afterwards?"

She smiled back and my heart melted, "we'll figure something out."


I gripped her head more tightly with my thighs, "oh Jesus baby... Yes... Yessss..."

My head was spinning as she alternated, one second she was flicking her tongue across my clit as her fingers pushed into me, the next it was her fingertips rubbing as her tongue insistently probed, stroked and licked my walls. Soft murmurs escaped her throat as she picked up her pace, reverberating across my sensitive skin and deep inside me.

"Oh God... Oh... My... God... Emily."

I didn't think I'd come again, not after the last time, it was so intense my whole body felt splintered and shattered. I held her tightly as a series of cataclysmic explosions erupted throughout my body, pulsing from the pit of my stomach and the tips of my toes, meeting in the most delicious combative form deep inside my cunt as I jerked and writhed.

I lay on the bed, I felt like I couldn't breathe, but I knew that wasn't true when I heard my low throated moans reverberate around the room as I came down from the most fantastic high. Emily had tried to cuddle me but I wasn't having any of it, I was going to fuck her to a spectacular orgasm, the same as she'd just achieved with me.

I was probably a bit more direct, knowing full well a slow build up wouldn't be necessary after she'd watched me come like that. I thrust one, then two fingers into her and quickly moved them in and out. Her back arched and I leant down, taking one, then the other nipple offered to me in my mouth. Her hips pushed towards me and it wasn't long before her own guttural moans filled the room.

I'd collapsed onto her after she came, kissing her neck and shoulders, desperate to keep some form of contact. I needn't have worried, Emily Fitch wasn't giving me up anytime soon. She flipped us again and began her digital and oral assault.

"Oh babe... I'm... I'm gonna.. Oh... Yes... Ooohhhhh... Yeeessss..."

For the second time that night the universe bent inside out as a searing heat consumed my body, and I felt like I was imploding. I bucked towards her, gripped the duvet and cried out as I felt a rush of liquid explode out of my body. Emily didn't stop, she continued her relentless assault until my body went limp in surrender. Even then she licked across my clit causing me to hiss.

I felt her fingers pull out of me and she kissed my clit a final time, "fucking gorgeous..."

I finally opened my eyes, she wiped her chin and then licked her fingers clean, "you're like a fine wine..."

I laughed and pulled her on top of me, "I'll have to make you jealous more often if that's the result..."

Her face clouded over, "so I compare alright to 'Ms I'll shag anything female with a pulse' then?"

Confession number two, for some reason I'd been distracted last time I tried.

"I wouldn't know."

"Eh?"

"I wouldn't be able to do a comparison, not that I'd ever do that anyway," I smiled, "because I didn't sleep with Stella."

"But I heard her, Mel had it on speaker phone so I heard all the gory details, it's what sent me into a spin in the first place." Emily said in confusion.

"Emily I swear, we didn't have sex, yes I went back to her flat, and we started fooling around, but apart from a bit of kissing nothing else." I'd spare her the detail of the leg and boobs touching.

"Why would Stella lie to Mel?" Emily asked.

I shrugged, "I'm not sure she's used to being blown out at all, let alone twice, maybe she wanted to save face."

A look of realisation dawned on her face, "so it was your choice to stop?"

I nodded, I had a fair idea of the next question.

"Why?" She asked with a shy smile.

I briefly thought about making something up but I could tell from the way she was looking at me she already had a fair idea what the reason was.

"Like I said, I can't stop thinking about you."

Her eyes lit up, "oh, I see. Have you..."

I cut her off, "no one."

Her smile broadened, "that's a relief."

"For you maybe, I've developed tennis elbow." I quipped.

She giggled and then grew serious, "I'm really sorry that Mel told you things, I've asked her not to discuss it with you, I knew it'd make you feel bad."

I shrugged as best I could, "I can't say I found it pleasant, hearing all about your wild sex sessions and how you'd 'rediscovered' each other."

Emily snorted, "I'd hardly call them wild..."

"That's not how Mel portrays them..."

"Naomi, what just happened was wild, sex with Mel is never anything like that, it's over pretty quickly and I've even faked it a couple of times just to speed things along." Emily explained.

"Really?"

She nodded, "I've also..." She stopped and started to blush, "it doesn't matter..."

"No go on." I said clearly intrigued.

She took a deep breath, "I might have been thinking about someone else as well, imagining it was them, and not Mel, I was with."

"Could get tricky if you say the wrong name. Can I ask who this other lucky lady is?"

"Angelina Jolie, of course, who else?" She shot back.

I began to tickle her, making her giggle, "you cheeky cow, admit it was me."

Emily squirmed but wouldn't give in, "I'll admit no such thing."

"I'll keep going until you concede." I threatened.

Finally as she started to get breathless she yielded, "fine... it was you."

"Did it work?" I asked as I stopped.

"The tickling or thinking about you?"

"The latter."

"Well it certainly didn't slow things down, nor did it harm the resulting orgasm that's for sure."

I grinned, "happy I could help."

"So was I Naomi, believe me."

"So it's not all hearts and flowers then? Mel said you'd been buying her presents and generally being a loving, attentive girlfriend."

Emily sighed, "Well that bit's true I suppose, but I've mostly been doing it to assuage my guilty conscience."

I thought back to our conversation, "she dismissed that as ridiculous."

Emily looked startled, "but it did cross her mind?"

"I guess so." I responded.

"We're going to have to be more careful in future, I don't want her to suspect a thing."

I raised my eyebrow, "or you could tell her it's over?"

Emily shook her head, "Not yet, not until we see if this is going somewhere first."

"I think that's called having your cake and eating it Emily." I said in an annoyed tone.

She gave me her best doe eyes, "I meant it in the cafe, it's too soon and I'm scared of getting hurt again."

"Don't stare at me like that, you know I can't resist you when you do. Fine, we'll carry on sneaking around for now and you can play the loving girlfriend with Mel." I said with a resigned sigh.

She kissed me, "thank you for understanding."

"Hmmm, doesn't mean I like it." I harrumphed.

"I'll make plenty of time for us don't worry." She cajoled.

"Like this weekend for example?" I asked hopefully.

Her face fell, "I can't babe, it's Mel's birthday, I've booked us into one of those country spa places."

I scowled, "Hmmm, suppose you'll have to have sex with her won't you?"

"It is her birthday, it'd look weird if I didn't, and definitely raise suspicion." Emily rationalised.

"Suppose so." I said sulkily.

"I'm here now..." She said giving me a wicked smile.

I smiled back and flipped us so I was on top before I slowly kissed her.

"Well I'd better make the most of you then hadn't I?"