A/N: NOTE: If you have not read "THE TAXI RIDE", please do, it should put part middle part of this chapter in context.

This is also a very short chapter, but I have another to post shortly after.

This chapter contains a quick and dirty Cigarette Warning™, so peruse at your own risk.

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Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Bugger.

(Naomi POV)

We were in front of a beige stone building that looked rather old. I looked up in wonder at the imposing looking building. I didn't notice Emily take out her camera and turn it on. The redhead turned to me and took a shot before I had time to react. The noise of the shutter startled me, and I looked directly into the camera lens with a stupid surprised look on my face. Emily laughed and took a couple more shots as I broke into a shy smile. "Sorry. Couldn't resist." Emily croaked, her voice still a little thick from our interaction in the cab.

I waved it off. "It's ok..." I do love this girl's sense of fun. It's sweeter than you would think, and sensual where it counts.

"C'mon, gorgeous. Let's go see this flat." Emily said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.

The apartment had a great view overlooking the Seine, and had a real old world charm about it. It was also conveniently close to everything, the college, hypermarket, and came fully furnished, but it was the view that captivated me the most about the place. I immediately thought of how much Emily would love to live there, even if only for a short time. The place was like an artist's dream. Emily conversed with the realtor in French, and I couldn't really follow, but assumed it was something about rent and such. After a while, they shook hands, and Emily told me she would let them know tomorrow. "They've had no other applications, and the rent is fairly cheap, everything's close by, and oh, Naomi, that view!"

I smiled. "You will love it here, Ems." My eyes stared into Emily's and I felt my heart pump faster as my stomach flipped over itself.

"Y-you think so?" her voice extra husky.

I simply nodded. Emily's eyes widened. She took my hand and began to walk past the realtor. She stopped and spoke in French, and smiled, but her tone indicated caution.

We left the building and crossed the quiet street to get a taxi back to the hotel. Once we were back in a back seat, Emily pulled out her phone. Before I could get mine out, it buzzed in her pocket.

"You sounded so... I dunno, adamant? that I would be happy in the flat. Why?"

I thought for a long time before typing her reply.

"I'm just observant. That place is an artist's dream. Old, beautiful, and that view? You could sketch, paint, photograph, hell probably even sculpt that view."

Emily looked over at me.

"Really?"

"YES! You need to stay in that apartment, Emily. I'm serious." Emily watched as I looked so animated. She typed her reply quickly.

"I know you came here to escape. Escape with me. I know it's only been a few days. Come stay with me, please? Experience life in Paris with me?"

She didn't have to wait long to read my reply.

"A thousand times, yes."

Emily reached her hand across the back seat and I took it in mine, rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb.

Soon enough we arrived back at the hotel. I walked up to my room with Emily in tow. We had barely got in the door when I crashed Emily against the back of the door, slamming it shut. Without hesitation, my lips covered Emily's, and we kissed hungrily. I moaned when their lips separated.

"Do you... have any fucking idea ...what you did to me in that taxi?" I whispered, my blue eyes no doubt blazing with cool fire. Emily's brown orbs locked onto mine, burning with the same intensity as she flipped the pair of us, slamming me against the same surface she had just left. Her palm flat on my stomach, popping open my top button and firmly sliding into my jeans, her fingers slipping into my underwear.

"I have a fair idea." Emily said, the dryness of her throat the complete opposite of the wetness that greeted her fingers. She slowly started to rub my clit, and before I had a chance to react, the blonde felt Emily's lips once more on mine. The kiss stifled my moan, as Emily rubbed her fingers back and forth across my clit. My mind became fragmented as I felt myself start to come.

"Em...fuck...please..." I moaned in between the redhead's kisses. My hips moved upwards in rhythm with Emily's insistent rubbing of my clit. My fingers gripped the arm that was attached to the hand, body and mind of the only person to ever make me feel this good. I cried out her name as I came hard from the delicious rubbing of her fingers.

Emily leaned forwards and kissed me deeply as I fought to process what the redhead had just done with me. I lost myself in the crimson-locked girl's kisses, and was left breathing hard against the door as Emily took her jacket off and casually walked to the mini bar for a bottle of vodka.

"How... thefuck do you ... do that to me?" I groaned, peeling my body from the door and somehow willing my muscles to work so I could sit down on the end of the bed.

Emily opened the bottle and took a large mouthful. She then turned to me, her brown eyes boring into my own blue ones. Nonchalantly, she shrugged, as she winced from the burn of the vodka in her throat. She sat down and handed the bottle to me.

"Maybe you look fuckable in your shirt, too." Her raspy voice broke the silence between us. I laughed abruptly, and took a drink, letting the cold vodka slip down my throat.

I handed the bottle back over and lay backwards, groaning as I hit the mattress. "You make me feel so alive." I said, quietly.

Emily screwed the cap back onto the bottle and placed it on the floor to the side of the bed, and lay back with me, placing her arm over my stomach. I reached over and traced circles over Emily's arm, and wondered again how all this happened.

"I love you." Emily whispered, brushing the hair out of the my eyes, and then leaning over to kiss me.

"Mmm, I love you too." I murmured, her senses having mostly recovered. "Still dunno how you do it, though."

"What?"

"Get me so ... worked up. It's like you make me feel insane and grounded all at the same time."

"And?"

"It's... Intense."

Emily smiled. "You're not used to it."

"Not at all. But it's fucking addictive, as are you." I leaned over and kissed Emily deeply. "Your booking is until Wednesday, yes?"

Emily nodded. "I'm going to phone the agent tomorrow. Tell her I'll move in on Thursday."

"Mmm... How about you tell her you'll move in Friday and stay here with me until then? Seeing as I'm coming with you and all, would be a shame to waste two days of my booking. And I don't think I can be apart from you for very long."

Emily smiled. "I'd love that. Ok, sounds like a plan." she paused, "...glad it's not just me, then."

They faced each other and kissed slowly, wrapping their arms around one another. "You staying?" I asked.

"Oh yes, wouldn't dream of not doing so. I want to go and grab my laptop though, and my camera charger."

"Well... Go now then, that way you can get back to me quicker." I whispered, kissing her softly.

Emily didn't need telling twice.

A/N#2: Pretty sure I was practising my smut writing, or something at the time I was writing this...

(...because there really is more than I thought...)

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(it has more plot, I SWEAR!)

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