A/N: I hope you have made yourself a pot of coffee (or whatever your poison) for this chapter, it's rather a long one. By the end of it you might need a bucket for the mush your insides will turn into, as well as a couple of cigars, or a pack of cigarettes (again, whatever you fancy) or a little...alone time?

Really, the Cigarette Warning™ Is not needed after that description. But, have one anyway.

Right, seeing as I know fuck all about Wales and am too lazy to do research on it, there's no real references to real actual places. If you've been to Wales, fantastic, imagine as much countryside as you like, and a classy looking hotel. If not, eh, use your imagination.

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins, or the characters, but I seem to like putting them in naked compromising positions, so... You're, y'know, welcome. Any and all typos are a total lie!

(Emily POV)

it was late Friday afternoon when I had finally left the office for the week. Even though there was awful traffic, I managed to get home quickly enough, and checked that I had everything I needed packed for both the weekend, and the week from hell with my family. After triple checking everything, I called for a taxi and waited for it to arrive.

By the time I arrived at Naomi's flat, she was already standing outside with her overnight bag slung across her shoulder. I asked the drive to open the trunk, and I got out to help Naomi with her bag, closing the trunk after I had placed it inside. The two of us got into the back seat, and I directed the driver to the train station. The night lights illuminated the dark taxi in rhythmic pulses, and I turned to Naomi. "Good day?"

"Long." She smiled, in reply. "I am just glad it's over." She added, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it gently.

"Me too." I replied.

We rode the rest of the way to the train station in silence, my thumb occasionally running over the back of her hand. When we arrived, the taxi driver helped us with the luggage in the trunk, Naomi noting that I had twice as much as she did.

"I'm going for longer, remember?" I said, raising my eyebrow.

"Oh, right." Naomi replied.

I smiled, as Naomi picked up one of my bags, as well as her own, and we started to walk into the station. "The tickets are already booked, we are on platform nine."

"I see."

We made our way to the platform, and the train was already boarding. I found our compartment easily enough, and we got our luggage stored. The conductor came to check our tickets, and then shortly after, we were on our way. I stood up, and locked the compartment door, and pulled the blind all the way down. I turned back to Naomi, who was looking at me curiously. I knelt down in front of her, and took her hand in mine. "I don't want to have any secrets from you anymore, Naomi. Whatever you want to ask... I'll answer."

"Anything?" She asked, softly. Her beautiful blue eyes looking at me with wide-eyed innocence.

I nodded. "Yes. Anything at all."

"Ok... Can we just..." She started, before hesitating. "I'd really like you to just hold me, if that's alright with you."

"Yeah?" I asked, surprised. She nodded, so I pulled out the bed, kicked off my shoes and laid down, patting the space next to me. I watched, as Naomi kicked off her own shoes, and slid in next to me, allowing me to wrap my arms around her shoulders and hold her back to my front. "Better?" I asked.

"Yeah...thanks." She replied. "I've missed you comforting me." She added, softly.

I slowly stroked my fingers through her hair. "Have I not comforted you enough?" I asked, softly.

"No, you do...that's not what I meant. It's just because we haven't spent that much time together lately. It's been a long week without you."

"You know why I'm so busy sometimes, though..." I said.

"Yeah, I know. Same with me... Being a lawyer is busy work, a lot of the time." Naomi replied, turning over in my arms. "This is what I've missed, though. Just this quiet time to be together."

"Ah...Downtime?"

Naomi smiled, timidly. "Yeah...downtime."

"I told you, beautiful... it's as important as anything else we do together." I said. "If you need time to just be comforted, or just to relax, then that is something I'm more than happy to do...just lie down with you, talk with you, hold you. Whatever you need." I kissed her forehead softly.

"Yeah?"

"Of course." I replied. "You are different to me, Naomi. I feel a special affection for you that is much different than what is normal in this kind of relationship. So to me, downtime is twice as important. Because I have a need to make extra sure you are ok."

"But...why?"

"Because it's how I feel about you, Naomi. The more we go, the more I feel." I said, as Naomi searched my eyes. "It's been a long time since I've felt like this, and last time...let's just say it didn't go so well."

"What do you mean?"

I closed my eyes and sighed. "The first girl I fell in love with... She didn't feel the same way I did. We were friends, but that's as far as it went for her. She broke off the friendship afterwards. It hurt me so much, you know? I've been...guarded ever since. I've never fallen for anyone else, not in the sense where I see myself spending time with them past having sex..." I said. "...sorry if that sounds harsh."

"It doesn't." Naomi replied. "I get that this is strange for you."

"You do?"

"A little. I mean, I can't understand fully until you explain it more... But I get some idea... The heart is a precious thing, we are naturally careful of who we give it to. We don't want to get hurt." Naomi said.

"Who told you that?" I asked.

"My mother. In the same breath as telling me that the people who make us happy are never the people we expect... And when we find someone, we've got to cherish it." Naomi said, kissing me softly.

"Wow." I said, looking into her eyes. "That's beautiful." I leaned in and kissed her back softly. "I guess I need to cherish you, then..."

"I'm someone special to you?"

"Oh, yes." I said, kissing her. "Very much so. I'm..." I paused. "I'm very fond of you, you know that."

"I do... You have been very sweet to me." Naomi replied.

I laughed. "I don't mean to laugh, but I've seduced the hell out of you and made you uncomfortably horny on more than one occasion...that's sweet to you?"

"You know what I mean, Emily...aside from the sex... You've been an attentive person to be around." She replied. "You take care of me... It's like... Like you're submissive to me in a way... Like... I have the power, as It were." She paused. "I hope I didn't offend you by saying that."

"No." I said. "Actually, you're correct. A submissive has the most power. They have the power to object to what they don't like in terms of what goes on during playtime. A good dominant listens, watches, and learns from what their submissive tells them, either verbally or by action."

"So much that I don't know..." Naomi murmured. "I feel so strange, because this is something I have no experience with, and it's so...involving."

"Most of us refer to it as a lifestyle." I said. "Some do it occasionally to spice up their sex life..."

"Makes it sound like cooking." Naomi smirked.

"Yeah..." I laughed. "But for some, it's like that. They get tired of sex the way it normally is, and look for something different. Then, there are those of us who have arrangements with partners, where they meet on the weekend regularly... Some even do it because their regular partner can't or doesn't give them what they need when it comes down to it." I continued.

"I can't imagine that... Sleeping with another person when you're in a relationship, because the one you're with doesn't share your tastes." Naomi said. "It doesn't seem right..."

I shrugged. "Actually, it makes sense. But it all depends on your morals. Some people are comfortable with having an open relationship where their partner sleeps with someone else. Some aren't." I replied.

"I suppose you have a point." She said. "And...what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah... What's Emily's perspective?"

I closed my eyes and sighed softly. I'd never really told anyone my philosophy on it, because no one had ever asked. "In spite of what people think about people like me... I don't believe in having multiple partners." I said, quietly. "I haven't slept with anyone but you since I met you. And I will sleep with no one but you, until we part ways." I said, as I gently stroked my fingertips along her arm.

"You are so different to how I perceived you to be." Naomi said.

"Naomi, what is different, is that I didn't expect to feel how I do about you." I replied, staring into her eyes. "You are so different to anyone else I've been with."

Naomi leaned in and kissed me softly. I returned it tenderly, and drew her closer to me. We wrapped our arms around each other, laying quietly, trading kisses for a long while, until Naomi spoke again.

"I'm surprised you haven't tried to fuck me in the dining car yet."

I laughed, and kissed her softly. "I'm not always kinky and daring, you know."

"Oh?"

I shook my head and smiled. "No. Sometimes it's nice to just have sex." I said.

"Yeah, I suppose..."

"Naomi!" I laughed. "Why do I get the feeling it's you who is going to wear me out, and not the other way around?" Naomi blushed, and it was so precious, until her bottom lip tucked itself between her teeth. "Oh, beautiful..." I pressed my lips against hers, and kissed her again, and quickly found myself under her as she straddled my hips, trapping my hands a I've my head. "Wha-?"

Naomi kissed me to shut me up, and the quick and skilful way she topped me sent a shiver up my spine. She pulled back and stared at me with icy blue eyes that made me queasy inside. I was about to say something, when her fingers began to unbutton my shirt. When she reached the bottom, she pulled open my shirt, leaving a trail of soft kisses up my stomach, following with her fingertips. I sighed deeply, as she kissed up my throat, pausing to suck gently at my pulse point, then landing her lips on mine once more for a slow, sensual kiss.

My hand had moved up to her neck, and my fingers were threading through her hair when both my hands were once again pinned above my head, and Naomi's blue eyes peered curiously into mine. "My...turn..." She said, softly, raising an eyebrow. I smirked back at her, raising my own eyebrow as if to say "Alright, then..."

She leaned in and kissed me again, one of her hands drifting down my body, and resting between my thighs. Her palm pressed up against my now damp knickers, and Naomi gave me a sly smile. "I notice you still get to wear your knickers..."

"I figure you need the practice at taking them off..." I grinned, in reply.

"Oh, I do not believe that for a second..." Naomi said, as she pushed my knickers aside and found my clit with her fingers. "Jesus, you are wet..." She murmured, kissing me again.

"I've been that way since I saw you on your doorstep..." I groaned between kisses, as Naomi began to rub my clit slowly. People say that they don't want to sleep with inexperienced people because they are a nightmare and don't know what they are doing. Naomi was different. She was inexperienced, but wow, did she learn quickly. Her fingers were slightly cautious, but the caution she was showing made it all the more arousing, and soon enough I was moaning for a little more attention. By this time, Naomi had pushed up my bra and was paying careful attention to my nipples with her tongue, the wet, warm oral muscle flicking the dragging its rough texture across my very stiff, very aroused nipples.

By the time she had pressed her thigh in between mine, giving me something to grind my hips against, the blonde above me matched the movement of my hips, and we ground against each other as the pleasure mounted within me. My mind was swimming, the reality of this coupling finally hitting me. I wanted to tell her, then. I wanted to shout out loud that I loved her. But instead...

"Kiss me...please, just give me a fucking..." I moaned, and Naomi's lips crashed against mine as she pushed her fingers inside me, making me whimper against her lips. I kissed her back so passionately that I thought I would burst. Her thumb eagerly rubbed against my clit and her fingers weren't using the most graceful movements inside me, but I can tell you, they were doing a good job regardless, considering I was kissing the life out of her. But what pushed me over the edge was the passionate ferocity with which she was kissing me back, and when her tongue pushed its way past my lips, I very nearly thought I was dying in the most pleasurable way possible, as my body exploded under hers. My lips broke away from hers and I cried out, the noise of the train on the tracks hopefully blocking out my curses as I shuddered, coming under her attention. One last tense of my muscles and I was gone. Somewhere else entirely. But a very blissful place.

The next thing I registered was Naomi covering my face in soft kisses as I began to calm down, my heart still racing. She kissed down my throat, and then laid her head on my chest. "Your heart is beating so fast..." She said, her voice timid and far away, but full of wonder at the same time.

"Only for you." I whispered.

She looked up into my eyes and sighed. "This really is more to you, isn't it?"

"Yes." I replied, a wave if fatigue washing over me. "More than you know, beautiful."

She leaned close and kissed me again. "How long until we get where we are going?"

"Only about another half hour." I replied, looking at my watch. "Are you tired?"

"A little. It's been a long day."

"I know, beautiful. Don't worry...when we get to the hotel all I will want to do is sleep." I murmured.

"So long as you are wrapped around me, I have no objections."

I smiled, lazily. "Believe me, I would like nothing more than to be wrapped around you naked."

Naomi giggled. "Sounds perfect."

And it was perfect, when we got into bed with each other that night, our naked skin pressed together. I kept the light on my side on, imparting a soft orange glow to the room, and both Naomi and I talked quietly about mostly nothing, until she laid her head on my shoulder and drifted off to sleep. And all I could think of was the hope that she knew exactly what I was trying to tell her with that intense kiss...

The next morning, Naomi had woken up first. I knew this, because I woke up to feeling her kiss her way down my stomach. I kept my eyes closed, as I felt the passage of her lips trailing below my navel. A sly grin formed on my lips at Naomi's sneakiness. It also made me wonder if she had been paying attention to the many times I had tasted her. Clearly she had, as she parted my folds and let the tip of her tongue trace along my wet flesh. I tried to keep my breathing level as her tongue began to explore my wetness with gentle, probing movements, along with soft flicks and gentle sucking. I was unable to stay quiet anymore, and groaned as Naomi's tongue gave a particularly firm lick right along the side of my clit.

"Jesus..." I said, in a long drawn out whisper, and the motion of her tongue froze against my swollen clit. "Nononono... Fuck, Naomi, don't stop, beautiful... don't stop..." I murmured, urgently. Christ, she learned what I liked quickly, I thought to myself as her tongue began to slide against me once more. "Oh, fuck yes..." I groaned, my hips tilting towards her. I felt her hands grab my hips as she slid her tongue down and pushed inside me. My hand moved down and I threaded my fingers in her hair as she gripped my clit between her fingers and slid them against it. A half gasp, half groan left my throat as I felt a bolt of pleasure surge through me.

Naomi's tongue trailed back up to my clit and she pushed her fingers inside me, once again exploring with eager fingers. Only this time she sucked the swollen little bud between her lips and flicked her tongue over it, the delicious wet friction combined with her fingers pushing and thrusting inside me making me come very hard, very fast... And for once, very noisily. I'm fairly sure the neighbouring hotel guests just have thought someone was having a religious experience... And they wouldn't be far off from the truth. Although, I'm sure one having a religious experience didn't use quite so many expletives...

I lay there breathing hard, as Naomi followed her hands with soft kisses up my skin. I looked down to see an unkempt mop of blonde hair make its way out from under the duvet, and Naomi's blue eyes met mine as her cheeks reddened. She bit her bottom lip and I felt my insides squirm once more, in spite of how lazy the orgasm I had just experienced made me feel. She kissed the space between my breasts and wriggled upwards, the warmth of her body thrilling my skin. Her lips met mine, and I experienced the taste of myself as we kissed. My hand rested on her cheek as her tongue slipped between my lips. I let her kiss me, I couldn't have stopped her. Hell, I didn't want this moment to end.

Finally, she nestled into my shoulder and spoke. "Good morning." She said, in a soft whisper.

I kissed her temple. "Morning, beautiful." I replied. "Oh, I really need to wake up with you more often."

A shy smile came to Naomi's lips. "You enjoyed, then?" She asked.

I grinned, and kissed her softly. "Your innocence is just plain adorable, Naomi." I said. "Very much so."

Naomi searched for my hand under the duvet, and gripped it in her own. And she held it as she lay with her head on my shoulder, just breathing quietly. After a few minutes, I spoke again.

"Will you take a walk with me today?" I asked.

"Where to?"

"It doesn't matter where, Naomi. So long as I'm with you... I'll be happy."

"Aww." Naomi replied. "You're so sweet."

I smiled, bashfully. "You bring it out of me, Naomi. You really do."

Naomi and I had gone for a walk, in the end, down a long country road, her hand in mine as we walked. It was a nice afternoon, the sun getting low in the sky, but still casting a golden glow over the landscape. I had spotted a greenhouse on the left side of the road, and pondered for a moment if it had anyone in it. Naomi spoke up when I slowed down as we got closer to it.

"What are you thinking, Emily?" She asked, her voice nervous.

I turned to her and smirked. "Just you wait, beautiful." I said. I led her around to the door of the greenhouse and opened it, releasing my grip on Naomi's hand and walking inside the house, glad to find no one inside. I turned towards the door and walked towards it, taking Naomi's hand and pulling her inside and pulling the door shut behind her, flicking the lock. There was a lever labelled 'WATER' on the left side of the doorframe, so I reached over it and pulled the lever and tiny sprinklers above our heads began to spray cold water over the plants... And us. Naomi's shoulders hunched as the water began to soak into her shirt and hair.

"Fuck! Emily!" She laughed, and I pulled her close to me, pulling her head down and kissing her slowly. It felt so good to hold her in my arms, it was something that I had missed, and was going to miss for another five days when she had to go back to town so she could go and work. I just wanted to enjoy this moment with her, so I deepened the kiss, and the movement of her lips followed mine, and I'd never once felt anything so perfect. My wet shirt was beginning to cling to my skin, as I'm sure hers was as well. My hand reached around, finding hers and gripping it, sliding out of her embrace and pulling her further inside the greenhouse, the instant rain falling all around us.

There was a section of security screen door attached to the wall on one side, and I pushed Naomi up against it and kissed her again, pushing my fingers up under her now soaked t-shirt. I began to kiss down her throat as I pushed her shirt up her body, and her arms raised above her head, and she helped me take the shirt off. "Never mind 'fuck, Emily', right now I want to fuck Naomi." I said, in my best seductive tone, as I tossed the shirt onto the wet metal table beside us, and made quick work of disposing of Naomi's bra in the same manner.

She groaned as I reached for, and gently pinched a damp nipple between my fingers. I bit her bottom lip and reached for my own shirt, undoing the buttons from the top as her hands framed my jaw and tilted my head upwards slightly. My fingers were having trouble with one particular button, until I felt Naomi's fingers overlap them and undo the button easily. I looked up into her eyes, and she stared back at me so innocently that I thought I would explode. It tugged at the growing part of me that was doing something I never thought possible: falling in love with her. I knew I was doomed when she bit her bottom lip, forgetting that I had repeatedly told her not to. It sent a shock through me that I'd not become accustomed to just yet, and one that I had only ever felt while being with Naomi. It's possibly a mix of every human emotion that can be felt, all at once. And it just flooded me, like a wave of refreshing water.

She must have seen my expression change then, because the one she stared back at me with was wide eyed and tinged with a tiny bit of guilt. But I will swear until I die that the moment my lips got near to hers, hers reached out for mine and met me halfway in the eager kiss I claimed her with as I pinned her shoulders back against the screen. I gave a moan that was muffled by her lips as she peeled the wet fabric of my shirt down my back, allowing me to feel the cool drops of water hitting my bare skin. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, then slid both it and my shirt from my body and placed them on the table on top of hers I stared at her from under my wet fringe . "You keep doing that..." I said, my voice strained and husky with arousal. I leaned close to her and grabbed the aluminium of the screen behind her near her shoulders. "...every time you do that...it makes me crazy. It turns me on, makes me want to fuck you..." I growled, my lips brushing against hers. "...and yet...you still do it." I said.

"Yes." She whispered, her lips trembling against mine.

"I'm beginning to think it's not because you can't help it..." I continued, my voice low. "...tell me the truth, beautiful... Is it just because you can't help it?"

Naomi looked at me cautiously, and bit her bottom lip, forcing me to shut my eyes, feeling a dangerous surge of lust inside me. My fingers gripped hard at the screen and I inhaled deeply. "Answer me." I said, my voice strained. I was dangerously close to losing my control. Have you ever just wanted to fuck someone so bad you'll have to apologise afterwards? But in the same breath, I wanted to just hold her. I felt so torn.

"No." Naomi whispered. "It's not."

I opened my eyes and focused on hers. "I can't deny what I'm feeling anymore, Naomi." I said softly, my vulnerability showing through. "You are beginning to mean too much to me. I need to know if you feel the same..." Naomi nodded quickly. "Come on, beautiful...speak to me."

"Yes." She replied, her voice trembling even more. "I do."

"You do?" I asked, timidly, as my heart felt like it would burst out of my chest.

She leaned forward and kissed me slowly, her wet lips merging with mine as I slowly let go of the screen behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her close to me. It was tender, and so full of emotion that I thought I would lose my composure entirely. My lips parted from hers and her forehead rested against mine. "You mean more to me every day, Emily. I don't know how I'm going to survive without you next week." Naomi said, softly.

"Oh..." I murmured, before kissing her again. "I don't know either. But I'll call you when I can." I said. "Believe me, I'd rather spend the time with you. But I can't get out of it."

"I know."

I leaned up again and kissed her, the falling water making me shiver. "Don't go anywhere." I said, slipping out of our embrace and walking back to the lever and turning the water off. "It's a real shame you wore a white shirt, beautiful..."

"Oh yeah?" Naomi smirked. "It'll dry on the way back..."

"True, but it'll mean more people get a more suggestive view of your tits than I'd like." I replied.

"Well...we could just...hang them out in the sun or something..." Naomi suggested.

I raised my eyebrow, as I stepped closer to her, stopping inches from her skin. "Someone is a bit more of an exhibitionist than she lets on..." I said, from behind hooded eyes. "I bet after our little tryst in my office, you went home and got yourself off to the image of it in your head..." I said, kissing her slowly. "...and I bet it got you off harder than any other fantasy you've ever had, beautiful. Because it's now been a reality. Am I right?" I knew I was, when a dark pink blush spread across her cheeks. I chucked, and picked up her shirt and bra, handing them both to her. "At least it's all of us that is wet..." I grinned.

"Mmhmm." Naomi said, taking her clothes from me, and looking at me strangely. "No shit."

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it gently. "This moment deserves something a little drier...a little more...well, a little simpler."

"Oh." She said, looking a tad frustrated.

I have her a cheeky smile. "Worried I won't make it up to you, beautiful?" I teased.

"Uh...well..." She stuttered. "You talking about the other night...I..." She bit her bottom lip (again!), took my hand and pushed it inside her wet jeans, until my fingers slid into a much warmer, much wetter place. I raised my eyebrow as she blushed again.

"My, my... You do have the odd assertive moment around me, don't you?" I said, as I shook my head and laughed. "I promise, beautiful, I'll make it up to you, AND more..." I said, gently pushing my fingers against her slippery clit.

Naomi's eyes went wide and she swallowed hard. "I don't doubt that." She croaked. "Christ, you make me feel crazy." She added, in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh, I know... Believe me, beautiful... I know." I said, as I ceased the movement of my fingers and slid them out of of her jeans. "Come on... I want you, don't think I don't..." I said, as is took her hand and we began walking out of the greenhouse. "I will make this up to you, I promise."

Later, we had made it back to the hotel, and we were almost completely dry, but that didn't stop me from beginning to peel Naomi's clothes off her as soon as we got in the door. Her eagerness must have risen too, because by the time my hands were fumbling with her waistband she was pulling my buttons open as we traded one hot kiss for another. Another few minutes later, we ended up side by side, our legs entwined with each other's, still sharing soft, but needy kisses.

"Why didn't we...you know...in the greenhouse?" Naomi asked softly.

A slow smile crossed my lips. "I was going to... But then... It just wasn't right." I said. "It was as though the moment needed something different. It was a pure moment that I wanted to remain that way... It wasn't because I didn't want to, it's just... The intention changed. It would have been good, but... I didn't want my lust for you to overwhelm the emotion."

"Mmm..."

I sighed softly, and reached up, stroking my fingers through Naomi's fringe. "So strange..."

"You...you never meant to feel this way, did you?" Naomi asked.

I shook my head. "No. I've not felt this in such a long time...and never for someone I've been dominant over."

Naomi studied me with her blue eyes. "You promised you would explain... Why you are the way you are." She said, quietly.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Yes, I did." I replied. "Have you ever felt like there's something in your life you have no control over?"

Naomi shrugged. "Sometimes, but that's just part of life. I mean, you can't control how long the post office takes to deliver something, and-"

"Not exactly what I mean, babe." I said, gently cutting her off. "All the time I was growing up... I never got to choose what I did. It was the one downside to being my sister's twin."

"Is she older, or younger?"

"Older, but only by a few minutes." I replied. "Katie was the more headstrong, though. She always got her way, because in the end I found it easier not to argue. She would always find ways to put me down around our...well, her friends they were, really... And I was always the one to be passive. When I finally got the guts to come out to my family... Katie thought I was joking, and told me I wasn't gay, just stupid."

"Oh, god...that's awful." Naomi said linking her fingers with mine and squeezing them gently.

"It wasn't long after that I'd slept with this girl who was a couple of years older than me, and she wanted me to dominate her. I had no experience at it, but she told me what she wanted me to do. It was awkward, but I got the hang of it." I continued, as a reminiscent smile crossed my lips. "Hmm...that was the best I'd ever felt in my young life, I think. Just that once...to have control over someone, even if just in a sexual way... I felt like it gave me the control I'd lacked growing up. The feeling of it is quite hard to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it. It was... Euphoric."

"So, you desire control because you lacked it growing up?"

"Yes." I replied. "I think it's similar for you...in an opposite sort of way."

"Me?" Naomi asked.

"Yeah... You're a lawyer... You need to control people's opinions, which means taking command. You have to argue, and convince... Correct me if I'm wrong, but I imagine that's fairly demanding, in an intellectual sense?"

"It can be."

I nodded. "So, it can be relaxing, even exciting for you to give up the control that you are required to have for your job, and let me be in control... Am I right?"

Naomi hesitated for a brief moment, and I raised my eyebrow in question. She nodded, then. "You are right." She replied. "It's one of those things that...it's always held interest for me, I suppose."

I grinned. "Don't tell me... You were surfing the net one night and just happened to stumble on some imagery and thought to yourself... 'Hmm...'... Am I close?"

Naomi's cheeks went red. "Something like that." She said, nervously. "That's the thing about the internet, I suppose... You can always search for things that hold your interest, in the privacy of your own home."

"You never thought of seeking out a partner?" I asked.

Naomi shook her head. "I guess I was too shy to."

I smiled. "Our meeting wasn't completely by accident, then."

"No, I suppose not."

I leaned close and kissed her softly. "Naomi, I've never had a partner who is so..." I took her hand in mine and entwined our fingers together, closing them over the back of her hand, and closing her own fingers over the back of my own hand. "We fit together so well. Other partners I've had, who are a novice to the way I play... There's always one groove that doesn't fit properly." I kissed the back of her hand. "You are different, though. You bend and sway with me perfectly. We move in harmony. You take direction very well... That I can tell you."

"In spite of me not being able to stop biting my bottom lip?" Naomi asked, playfully.

"Why is that? Why do you do something that manages to be so adorable it makes me want to do bad things to you..."

"Bad things?" Naomi asked, an unsure expression on her face.

"Oh, I don't mean hurting you...god no... Not sadistic, remember?" I assured her. "No, bad in the literal sense... You know... something a bad girl would want to do." I said, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

Naomi scoffed. "You sound like Cook." She said, and I laughed.

"I'm cuter than he is, though. Plus, I think I have a better appreciation of the female form..." Naomi laughed then, and I leaned in and kissed her. "Thank you...for coming with me. I just couldn't bear spending so many days without you... I would have missed you so much."

"I'm glad I had the weekend free." She replied, as she pulled me closer to her.

"What did you tell Effy?"

Naomi shrugged. "I told her I was going to some legal conference."

I burst into giggles, as I caught sight of the hickey that had been growing more purple as the day went on. I reached up and gently stroked my finger down the reddened skin, making Naomi shiver. "You might want to rethink that lie, beautiful."

Naomi frowned. "I have a hickey, don't I?" She asked.

"Uhm...yes." I said, giving her my best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry... I know I should be more careful, but with you, I just can't help it." I said, biting my bottom lip.

Naomi blinked at me and the laughed. "It doesn't matter." She said, kissing me. "It felt good, that's all I care about." She said, innocence lacing her tone. I leaned forwards and kissed her slowly. "This is no one's business but ours." She said, in between soft lingering kisses.

"Exactly." I replied. "And speaking of which... I wonder... If you can answer some questions for me..."

"About what?" Naomi asked, again, the innocence of her tone bringing a smile to my lips.

"Sex..." I replied, widening my eyes and raising my eyebrows.

"Oh..."

"Specifically, sex between us... I want to know what, out of the things we have done together, turn you on the most."

Naomi blinked and swallowed. "Uhm...ok..." She said, looking thoughtful for a moment. "That tone your voice takes on... Stern... Almost demanding. And...when you call me 'beautiful'... I'm not used to thinking that about myself... I've been told it, but no one has meant it so sincerely as you do." She said, quietly. "It makes me feel strange."

"Strange, how?" I asked. "Good? Bad?"

"Mmm... I think it's mostly good. I've never had anyone treat me like you do... You look at me as though I'm the most beautiful thing in the room, and I hold your attention for every single moment that we are together." She said. "You told me that everything we do was for my pleasure when you play with me, and you were right, it has all been pleasurable, though, I don't think I have to tell you that..."

"No, I'm well aware..." I said, with a dirty little smirk. "So you do like it when I tease you, then?"

"Yes."

"How about when I tied you up..." I asked, smiling when I saw the blush covering her cheeks. I chuckled softly. "A yes, then?" Naomi nodded, a bashful smile crossing her lips. "Good to know. You at least enjoy two things that make it work..."

"And...um... The way you tease me." She added, her voice coming out so shy.

I raised my eyebrow. "Ah..." I said, my lips holding a wolfish grin in place. "That is very good to know..."

"I... I can ask you anything, right?" Naomi asked, slowly tracing her fingertips up my arm.

"Of course, beautiful." I replied.

"Is this normal... A dominant falling for their submissive?"

"Or vice versa?" I asked, staring into Naomi's eyes.

"Y-yes..." She replied.

I closed my eyes, and exhaled a soft sigh, feeling my heart flip over beneath my chest. "Not always. But... It does happen to some." I said, quietly. "I never once thought it would happen to me...but I feel too much for you for this to be just sex or anything that is purely just for pleasure. I feel for you, Naomi... I don't normally do that with the women I sleep with...slept with..." I sighed once more. "You have me so confused inside sometimes, beautiful. I haven't been able to think properly since I met you."

"Neither have I. It's like you consume me." Naomi replied. "The other day, when you made me...over the phone... Oh my god..." She trailed off, closing her eyes and sighing. She opened her eyes again and I saw wide pupils, and I knew she was reliving the moment.

I stared at her in wonder. "I've never seen someone so ... Your expression...it's just one of sheer pleasure." I said. "You are passionate, and eager... And that is what I love about you, Naomi. I've had some partners who are just so...well, I guess you could say it's routine for them. You... are so different. You are innocent... But it's in a practical way. You know of these things, through reading... but have never experienced them."

"The experience is infinitely better than just reading about it." Naomi said, her eyes fixed on mine.

"It...does something for you, then?"

"Yes...right here." She replied, moving my hand down between us and placing it against her stomach. "It makes my insides go weak with fear and pleasure all at once."

"Fear?" I asked.

"A good kind of fear. Not knowing how high you will take me. On the phone the other morning... I let you control when I came... I've never done that before." Naomi said, pausing for a moment. "Maybe fear isn't the right word. Anticipation, maybe." She added.

"It felt good, though?" I asked, and she nodded in reply. I smiled. "Makes you understand why a little, doesn't it?"

"From the submissive point of view, yes..." She replied. "From your perspective... no."

I stared at her curiously. "Does being dominant interest you?"

Naomi looked at me uncertainly for a moment, before biting her bottom lip and nodding.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. "Oh, Naomi..." I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "It's beautiful that you are so innocent and eager."

"Really? I thought it would be tiresome." Naomi replied.

I shook my head. "Oh, no. It can be hard with a submissive partner. You have to sometimes unlearn habits they have learned from others. But you... You are like unwrapping a beautiful Christmas present... Discovering new things about you is extremely pleasurable."

"I just...like to experience things from all sides, I guess." Naomi shrugged. "Have any of your other partners been...novices?"

"One or two... But you are the first who is a novice to submission and also has an interest in being dominant..." I said. "I'm not...leading you astray, am I?"

"I haven't participated in anything I didn't want to, Emily."

"Ok." I said. I leaned in and kissed her softly. "I just wanted to make sure, that's all."

Naomi closed her eyes and smiled. Her forehead leaned against mine briefly, and then she drew backwards to focus her eyes on me. "I think I'm falling for you, too." She said, softly.

I am fairly sure the grin that spread across my face could have split it in two. Naomi blushed and buried her face in my neck. We shared a giggle as I kissed the top of her head once more.

A/N#2: Ok, so I realise this chapter was in Emily's POV, as was the last one, but I didn't actually realise until it was mostly written, and it honestly couldn't be arsed changing any of it... So the next one will be Naomi...

Packing sucks. Nuff said. I doubt I will post again until the end of the week when I'm over the other side of the country.

More soon... Review if you wish.

Until then...

~GN~ xo