A/N:Thanks again to everyone who's reading and for the reviews :) I'm glad people are enjoying this, I'm actually surprised how much I like writing this pairing, and I don't usually write so much smut XD Also Emily is coming in to this, but not just yet.

"Katie-" I hover by the kitchen table as she slams around in the kitchen looking for something to have for lunch, but that's as far as I get as I realise I have no idea what to say to her. Neither of us has said a word since Emily's voicemail. After Katie agreed I should go I went in to her room and finished getting dressed before coming back out in to the kitchen. I know she's told me to go but I can't. There's too much that needs to be said; but I can't for the life of me get a single word out.
"Please Naomi…just go."
"Are you…are you ok?"

It's the absolute wrong thing to ask as she turns around and starts screaming at me. "When the fuck have you ever cared if I was ok? We fucked Naomi, that's it. You don't have to start buying me flowers and asking how my day was."
"Three times." I correct her; apparently I'm just full of the wrong words today as she glares at me.
"What do you want, a fucking medal?" She snaps and I really can't help the words that slip out of my mouth or the way my lips twist in to a smirk.
"Well if you think I'm that good."

I expect her to kick off again but she stares at me in shock for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Don't flatter yourself Campbell…I've had better."
"Right, Effy?" I snap back, my ego more than a little bruised by her comments. It's her turn to smirk as she realises she's rattled me.

"Aww, don't worry babes, you're not the worst."
"Fuck you Katie." I try not to pout but still end up sounding like a petulant child. It just encourages Katie to wind me up all the more.
"Not exactly top ten but-" I've had enough of her teasing and shut her up the only way I know how. My lips find hers as I push her back against the kitchen bench, just as I had last night. Unlike last night though she pushes me away.

"I've got an hour till I have to get back to the shoot. You might be good in bed Campbell, but I'm starving, I need to get some lunch."
"So I am good in bed?" I'll take that as a win as she rolls her eyes at me and continues rummaging through the cupboards for something to eat. "Where's your shoot? We could go for some lunch? My treat?"
"Fine." Katie gives in. "Where are you taking me?"

We end up in a café in town, one of those pretentious places that charge a fortune for coffee served out of tiny cups. "So…" I start after we've ordered and the waitress leaves us alone at our table by the window. Once again I don't make it much further than that. I mean, what am I meant to say to her? Other than 'why me'? Katie cuts me off again though, avoiding the conversation.
"I've got a favour to ask." This should be good. "I've got a shoot in Milan over the weekend. I need you to stay with Effy; but it has to seem like it's your idea. She hates me making a fuss-"
"She'll see right through this." I roll my eyes at her.
"Well just tell her your mum's doing your head in or something…and do a good fucking job of convincing her."

"How's she doing anyway? I mean is she still-"
"Crazy?" Katie interrupts me, as tactful as ever. Her expression softens as she sighs. "She's doing ok. I just hate leaving her alone. So just talk to her, please?"
"Yeah, sure." In all honesty it would be nice to get away from mum and Kieran for a few days. "I'll have a word with Effy. So what are you doing in Milan?"
"I've got a shoot for Versace. I managed to get this model that is so in demand. It's gonna be ace."
"When did you get in to photography anyway?" I quiz. Katie had never exactly been the artistic type.

She shrugs as she picks at the Panini she's ordered for lunch. "Found a camera a couple years ago. I was just messing about, took some photos…got some shots of a few celebs in clubs and sold them to the papers." She shrugs again like it's no big deal, but from what Effy's said she's making something of a name for herself.
"There's a photography exhibit on at the Gallery next week…" I trail off as I realise it sounds like I'm asking her on a date. "I don't know if it's any good-"
"Not my kind of thing." Katie dismisses the idea and I feel like I've just been shot down. Of course Katie wouldn't be interested in art galleries. For her it's probably all about the models and the money anyway. The fancy trips to Milan and the dinner parties; not the art. That's not Katie Fitch. "I need to be at my shoot in ten minutes…you can come if you want. Just don't fucking perv."
"When do I perv?"
"You've been staring down my top since we sat down Campbell." Busted.

I tag along to the shoot with her, it's not like I've got anything better to do. We go down to an old warehouse by the docks. Whichever magazine she's working for have hired it out for the day and it's full of lights, models and make-up artists all waiting for Katie. The second she shrugs off her coat she starts barking out commands and the warehouse becomes a hub of activity. I'm left on the side-lines as she dives head first in to her work and forgets all about me. Someone else takes an interest though. "Hello Campbell, you come to have a go?" Gia winks at me as she struts over to the wooden pallet I'm sitting on. God knows how she's able to walk in the heels she's wearing and her dress leaves little of her olive toned skin to the imagination.
"Not really my thing." I squint up at her, the sun hitting me in the eyes as I throw her a smile.
"You've got the looks for it…from what I can see." She gives me an appraising look, not bothering to hide her intentions. "I'd love to see more of you, maybe over dinner?"

"I…I uh…" I stammer, nowhere near as confident as she is. She smirks at me as I fumble over my words. She's not the type of girl who's used to hearing 'no' so she's certain I'm going to take her up on her offer.
"Gia!" Katie snaps from the other side of the warehouse where the rest of the models have all gathered around her like sheep. "Do you want paid today?" She rolls her eyes before reassuring Katie she'll be right over.
"Think about it." She winks before making her way over to the others. Katie glares at me like I'm a nuisance before she goes back to shouting orders at everyone.

Spending the afternoon surrounded by beautiful models turns out be nowhere near as fun as I imagined it would be. Katie's lost in her work and I spend most of the time sitting on the uncomfortable wooden crate playing with my phone. My legs have gone numb by the time Katie speaks to me again. Even then it's just to ask me to get her a coffee. Usually I'd object to being her skivvy, but she looks absolutely run down and I can't say no to her. Apparently the shoot is running over and everything's going to hell. I make my way back to the café we had lunch in and get her a coffee with a double shot of espresso. I pick her up a pastry too and actually get a thank you from her when I return to the warehouse, but once again she becomes absorbed in her work and I'm left to my own devices. She's surprisingly passionate about what she does and something of a control freak; which is why the shoot is taking so long.

Eventually I get bored and decide to explore the warehouse. There are bits of scrap metal and broken down machinery all over the place and I feel like I'm five years old again as I climb up some scaffolding that's supporting one of the upstairs walls. The window is broken and the breeze that blows through is refreshing after the stifling heat of so many lights downstairs. I lose track of the time as I sit staring out at the docklands and the river below. It's nice up here, quiet. I can think about all of the shit that's gone on since I came home. I still can't work Katie out. I really don't get what game she's playing.

A flash and a click snap me out of my thoughts and when I look down I see Katie pointing her camera at me. I frown as she takes another few snaps and then hangs the camera around her neck before climbing up the scaffolding to take a seat beside me by the window. She looks exhausted as she covers a yawn with her hand. We sit in a strangely comfortable silence as she looks through the pictures on her camera. "Best picture I've taken all day." She wears an absent smile as she looks at the picture she took when I was staring out of the window.

I hate my picture being taken at the best of times, but as I look over Katie's shoulder I can't help but be impressed. The picture is in black and white and the light from the window shines on my pensive face. I look lost in a world of my own, my confusion playing out across my face; it's haunting, like she's caught my very soul on camera. She's really good at this. "Gia wanted me to give you this." She pulls out a business card from her jacket. It's one of her own but it has Gia's number scrawled on it with a smiley face. I take it aware of the way Katie's watching me as I pocket it.
"She asked me out." I try to sound nonchalant about it, watching for her reaction out of the corner of my eye.
"She asks everyone out." Katie shrugs like it's no big deal, but I can hear the strain in her voice as she carries on flicking through her photographs. "Even had a pop at Effy once."
"Effy shags anyone." I shoot back teasingly, but Katie doesn't bite. She keeps her eyes on the screen of her camera and carries on deleting shots she doesn't like.

"Maybe I'll give her a call…"
"Maybe you should." Katie snaps at me petulantly as she finally gives up and looks me in the eye.
"Jealous?" I can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips as she glares at me. She's jealous. Katie Fitch is jealous that someone else is paying attention to me.
"Fuck you Naomi!" She growls as she turns to climb down the scaffolding. I catch her wrist and keep her in place as I stare her down.
"Wouldn't be the first time." She slaps me across the face and I really should have been expecting it.
"It'll be the last."

"Katie-" I call after her as she climbs down the scaffolding and I scramble down after her. "For fucks sake! Katie!" I'm not used to being the one that does the chasing. I'm not used to being ignored.
"What?" She turns around and shouts at me. "Go ask Gia out, fuck her for all I care!"
"Yeah, cause you obviously don't care in the slightest!" I shout back and we both know where this is going, neither of us is very good at controlling our tempers and the tension between us is blowing up. One of us is going to snap and I've got a feeling it's going to be me.

I'm tired of this crap. Of her deciding when we talk and when we fuck. If it was just once, or even twice, then it wouldn't be a big deal; but it keeps happening and I can't go on like this, not knowing what's going on between us. My head's all over the place without Katie being a bitch about Gia. It's not like we're dating, so what has it got to do with her who I go out with? I expect her to try and outdo me, to scream louder, to kick off with me…but she doesn't. She just seems to deflate in front of me and it's more disturbing than anything else. I'd rather she start slapping me again. Katie Fitch backing down, giving up, it's just not right. I feel like pigs should be flying and the sky outside should be falling down, because Katie Fitch is backing down.
"Can we just not?" She sighs at me with those big wide eyes. She looks utterly exhausted. "I don't want to talk. I don't want to fight…I just…I don't know what I want, ok?" I bite back my sarcastic 'clearly' and just nod at her.
"Maybe we should just keep away from each other?"
"Maybe." Katie replies in an uncharacteristically quiet tone of voice.

We stand there in an uncomfortable silence in the empty warehouse as Katie bites at her lip. "I'll give you a ride home. My flight's Friday morning, so why don't you come over tonight and tell Effy you want to stay? I'm babysitting Albert tonight, so you know…"
"Ok. I'll call round later…to see Eff."

When I get to Effy's later that I've timed it well and Katie has already left to go babysit Albert. We order a pizza and sit in front of the telly talking crap for most of the night. It's nice. Easy. With Effy I don't need to think about what I say, and she's not one of these people who has to constantly fill the silence; which when you've got a million things to think about is quite helpful. I leave it a few hours before I bring up the subject of me staying over and then spin her the partial lie about needing some space from Gina and Kieran. She shrugs as she sips her beer. "Stay as long as you want…If it's ok with Katie."
"Ok, I'll ask her." I push my acting skills to the limit as I try to pretend Katie doesn't know anything about it.

"Oh? And here I thought she was the one who suggested it to you." Effy's lips form a smirk around the neck of her beer bottle. "So when's she going away? Tomorrow?"
"Friday." I really can't bullshit Effy so I go with the truth, hoping she'll still let me stay over or I'm going to have Katie shouting at me for something else next. "She just thinks you need some company-"
"More like a babysitter." Effy snaps, though there's no real hostility in her voice. "Fine, if it keeps Katie happy." She gives in with a sigh and I realise I'm not the only one Katie has a hold over.
"She's really different Ef…I don't get it." I bite my lip as the words fly out of my mouth. The last thing I want is for Effy Stonem to put two and two together and realise I have a thing for Katie.

From the way she looks at me I'm guessing she already has. Her eyes scrutinize me for a good minute before she finally answers again. "After Freddie…after we found out he was…I tried to kill myself again; did a much better job of it too. It was almost too late when Katie found me. The Doctors said she saved my life, ripped her shirt to make tourniquets, kept my arms up over my heart to slow the bleeding. When I was in the hospital she came to see me every day for the whole year I was there. She kept me going…" Effy wipes at the tears in her eyes and clears her throat before continuing. "The point is, she grew up pretty fast that summer. Emily left, her parents got divorced…she's not the fucked up kid she was in college. None of us are who we used to be back then Naomi. Since we're having sharing time, can I ask you something?"

I nod, not trusting my voice after what I've just heard. As Effy lifts her bottle to her lips I really see the pale jagged scar on her wrist for the first time. "How many times have you and Katie fucked?" I was expecting the question, but it still throws me. I shrug at her; in all honesty I've lost count in the last few days. Her gaze scrutinizes me all the more and her voice is low, almost a threat, as she says, "Once was scratching the itch Naomi. Anything more than that is just asking for trouble. She's Emily's twin-"
"Really? I thought there was a bit of a resemblance." I snap back at her, using sarcasm as my natural defence. I take a large swig of beer and try to ignore the pressure building up in my chest. Effy's right. I know she is. This is wrong on so many levels; but I just can't stop. It's more than just sex. It's Katie.

I don't know when it happened, or how, but it's like she's become an addiction. Effy's going to tell me to stop, I know she is, but I can't. I know we're messing with so many people's lives, but I just can't stop answering every time Katie calls. "You know Emily's coming back right?" I nod, my eyes on the bottle in my hands as I pull at the label. "Just…Just don't hurt Katie, ok? I don't know what I'd do without her…well, actually I do, and it's not pretty."
"Hurt her?" I frown at Effy. I think she's losing her touch; she's the one who's supposed to know everything right? "It's just a fuck to Katie. It doesn't mean anything."

Effy shakes her head at me and looks at me with a sad yet all knowing smile and I feel my anger rising again. I'm sick of being two steps behind when it comes to her, and to Katie and everything else in my life. "You were never that good at seeing what was right in front of you, were you Campbell?"