Well, hello there my lovlies. Sorry we've been away for so long. I have been off working all the hours of the day, and Cat has been off having seizures and getting all unconscious and having more surgery, but just like the fighter that she is, she is back with us and to quote will soon be 'back to rebel hallway walks and nurse patronizing.'

We have a new theme tune for her 'The Cat Came Back' – if you don't know it, look it up on YouTube. Of course this meant I had to get on and finish this chapter so I could entertain her.

After being told off for not giving a work/school/granny warning for the last chapter I think I better do this…

Warning. The following chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. Cat, don't read it in front of the nurses ;-)

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10. A Perfect Storm

Emily

Fuck me if I wasn't actually nervous. I had arranged to meet her in the pub on the clifftop, cause I didn't want it to look like all I wanted to do was shag her. Except that was a bare-faced lie. All I could do was think about was shagging her. It was all I'd been thinking about since this morning. I'd been barely there at work. When she had peeled me out of my wet suit with those gorgeous kisses, it took every ounce of my willpower to push her away and go to my class, instead of dragging her off somewhere for wild passionate sex. I was so fucking turned on I could barely stand. I don't think anyone has made me feel quite like this before. The lust is almost overwhelming, but it feels like there's something more.

Katie had caught me sneaking out of the house earlier and laughed her head off.

"What?" I had challenged her.

"You must really like this one," she smirked.

I was rumbled. I couldn't hide it from Katie. I had done my hair and put make up on and I was wearing a dress. Ok, so it was a fairly casual blue cotton dress with an aboriginal pattern on it, but the thing is that I don't usually dress up for anyone. I'm in and out of the sea so much that a fancy hairdo is a waste of time. And I usually just hang out in pretty casual surf gear. People can take me as I am. I'm not that bothered about trying to impress others. But Katie was right, I really fucking liked Naomi and I wanted her to think I was pretty.

"Whatever,' I huffed at Katie, and turned to leave.

"Ems," she called after me.

"What?" I sighed.

"You look nice," she said.

My heart did a little lurch. That was Katie's way of wishing me luck. The Katie Fitch seal of fashion approval was not easy to come by, and I knew that the way I'd accessorised the dress with a zip up hoodie, leather jacket and Converse wouldn't normally be greeted with such enthusiasm. But despite her temper and her attitude, Katie was a good sister and she only wanted the best for me.

"Have fun yeah?" winked Katie.

"Thanks," I said, coming back to give her a quick Fitch hug, before heading out on my date.

Date? Was this a date? I had an agenda for sure, and I stood outside the pub praying to gods I didn't believe in that Naomi still felt the same as she did this morning. Fucking Hell Emily, it's not like you've never had sex before. You know she's attracted to you. Just go in there and seduce her for fuck's sake. After three deep breaths I pushed open the door.

It took only seconds to find her. That gorgeous peroxide hair tends to stand out in a crowd. She was stood looking nervously over Jonno Briggs's shoulder as he attempted to charm her. Her blue eyes sparkled with relief, and a hint of pleading for rescue when she saw me. I stopped breathing when I looked into those eyes. Fuck me, she was beautiful. I was awestruck. I even forgot that I was supposed to be rescuing her from Jonno, and just stared, my powerful limbs that I'd worked so hard to achieve rendered useless by the power of her gaze. In the end my damsel in distress had to rescue herself.

"Hi Emily," she said, waving at me over Jonno's shoulder.

Her voice kicked me into action, and I walked over to her, slipping an arm around her waist, and kissing her on the cheek.

"Hey gorgeous," I said, smirking at Jonno.

"Oh bugger," he sighed. "This one of yours then Emily?"

"Fraid so, Jonno," I grinned.

"Oh bugger," he sighed again, slinking off to comfort himself with a Strongbow. I slid my arm from Naomi's waist, and reached for her hand, intending to lead her over to the bar to get us a drink. But Naomi stayed rooted to the spot, gripping my hand tightly and stopping me in my tracks.

"One of your what?" she said suspiciously.

"He just means one of 'my lot'," I said. "As in gay."

Fucking Jonno. The last thing I wanted was to start this evening off with a fight.

"Just checking you didn't have a secret harem tucked away somewhere," said Naomi cheekily.

"No, no harem," I assured her, as if I could even think about another girl when she was in the room. One glance from those perfect liquid eyes could obliterate the rest of womanhood.

"Good," she said sassily.

I made another attempt to lead her to the bar, but once again she stopped me.

"I don't want there to be anyone else," she said quietly.

All hint of sassiness was gone, and instead there was a quiet vulnerability that ripped my heart right open on the spot, and made it promise never ever to hurt this woman. In that moment the babble of the pub and everyone who knew me there evaporated, leaving only her and the honesty in those sweet blue eyes. I acted on instinct, closing the distance between us and wrapping her in my arms.

"There's no one else," I whispered into her hair. "No one."

I felt her body relax into the embrace, and we just stood there in the middle of the fucking pub. In the list of constant surprises that had been winging their way in my direction ever since I had found Naomi on the beach that day, here was another one. To discover that simply touching someone in this innocent way could feel so fucking good. It felt so natural to be holding her, it felt right. It was impossible to explain the connection, but it felt like she was family. Like I was hugging Katie or my Dad or Effy. It felt like I was supposed to hold her. Like I was meant to.

"Emily, what are we doing here?" her soft voice, interrupted the peace of our embrace.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Do you want a drink?"

"I don't know," replied Naomi.

She seemed just as dazed and confused by what was happening between us as I was. Suddenly being in a pub surrounded by babbling drunks seemed like a really stupid idea. It was way too fucking normal. I wished we were out on Effy's boat again, just me and her and the ocean. She deserved more than a boozy date and then a tumble, but I had promised her…

"Would you like to go for a walk instead?" I offered.

"I think that would be nice," she smiled.

So I took her back to where it started, to the beach, to my world. I wished I could offer her a beautiful sunset to enhance the mood, but the sky was filled with angry looking clouds. Naomi didn't seem to mind though. She squeezed my hand gently as we walked along the sand. We barely spoke, I think we both knew that the next thing we did would be something that could change our lives, and even though I knew that we both wanted it, both of us were kind of scared. All of a sudden Naomi stopped and looked around as if she was getting her bearings. Then she smiled, and ran a little closer to the water. She turned to look back at me as I followed.

"This is where I was the first time I saw you," she grinned.

"How can you tell that?" I asked her. "It's just a beach, it could have been anywhere round here."

"I have a photographic memory," she replied. "I can remember the exact orientation of the rocks and my relative distance from them. It's even more accurate when my mind is stimulated, and trust me, my mind was stimulated. I am never ever going to forget that moment."

"Me neither," I admitted.

"Really?" she said optimistically.

Could I tell her? Could I tell her that I used to think that love at first sight was a myth, but that now I thought it was an absolute reality?

"Yeah really," I said. "I thought you looked beautiful. I think you look beautiful now."

Naomi kissed me on the cheek and ran away down the beach. It didn't take me long to catch up with her. I wanted to kiss her but she dodged away from me.

"Not yet," she giggled breathlessly, looking around her once more, mapping out where we were. "This way."

She skipped off a little further down the beach. This time I followed her slowly, entranced by the simple joy she embodied in her actions. Once again she turned around, orienting herself against the landscape, a coy smile breaking out across her lips once she was satisfied. She really was as adorable as a fluffy kitten. I could watch her play for hours.

"This is where we were when you first kissed me," she said shyly.

I shut my eyes, reliving the moment my lips first tasted her flesh, first gently and then greedily once I had encountered her hunger.

"I'll never ever forget that moment," I told her. "You surprised me."

"I did?" she questioned. "I thought you were… experienced."

Experienced or not, I had never experienced anything like that kiss. I had expected it to be tentative, awkward even, but it had been the living embodiment of her gaze. It had spoken to me of great and beautiful things. It had reached right into me and offered me a future.

"I want to kiss you again,' I said, holding out my hand.

"I want to let you," said Naomi, lifting up my arm and grazing the tips of my fingers with her lips. I let out an involuntary groan at the touch of her. The gesture was innocent, but it opened the air ducts into the furnace of my lust, causing the flames to roar up and to scorch me. What was it about this geeky blonde scientist that made my brain scramble its information, and made the innocent inspire raw carnality, and the flagrantly sexual seem so unwaveringly pure? Once again I found myself shredded with nerves. I knew I wanted to fuck her, but found myself terrified of what would become of me once I had done the deed. This gentle soul I was pulling towards me scared me more than a raging ocean, but I knew I was powerless to resist her undertow and soon she would engulf me.

I tugged her towards me until our bodies bumped at the hip, and slid my arms around her waist. Naomi's hands slipped easily onto my shoulders, and she pulled our torsos together until I could feel her breasts pressing into the space just above mine. Naomi gasped as my hands slid lower and wrapped around her bum, leaving her lips already parted as I kissed her. This time it was my turn to tell her that this was the start of something, to pour everything I wanted from her into the movement of mouth upon mouth. She let me in, oh God did she let me in. She opened her mouth wider to admit my curious tongue, as one hand locked into my hair, and the other traced its way down my spine. I knew she was tracing the lines of my tattoo, and remembering the morning. My own memory was invaded, and I started to kiss her harder, driven on by the aching in my pussy, and the moisture in my knickers. She started kissing me back just as hard, our bodies pressed tightly together, our hands starting to seek out the gaps in each others clothing. I neither knew nor cared how long we had been kissing. I neither knew nor cared about anything other than kissing her feverishly until the end of time, not that my perception of time was troubling me right now. The world could stop turning and I wouldn't give a damn as long as I could keep my face attached to hers.

"Shit!" said Naomi suddenly, finally breaking the kiss.

The world hadn't stopped turning. And more specifically it hadn't stopped dragging the moon around in its orbit, and the moon was still exerting its influence over the waves.

"Fuck," I said, realising my feet were soaking wet. The tide had come in and we hadn't even noticed it. Naomi shrieked and ran as another wave lumbered towards us. I just let it hit me, and wandered casually out of the water, looking around at how dark the sky had become.

"It's going to rain soon," I said. "We should get off the beach."

There followed a moment's silence as we stared at each other and tried to work out our next move.

"Let's go to mine," said Naomi eventually.

"Ok," I whispered hoarsely, my throat suddenly dry as the Sahara.

She stepped forward to embrace me again, and hugged me as if she belonged there.

"I want to make love to you," she murmured into my hair.

"I want to let you," I replied.

We started tramping our way back up the beach. I knew we could get to her cottage over the dunes. I didn't even mind the sand sticking to my sodden shoes in lumps, because beautiful Naomi was giggling.

"I can't believe we didn't see the tide coming in," she laughed. "Especially you. I thought you were Mrs All Knowledge of the Sea or something."

"Yeah, well normally I am," I replied. "But someone had me kinda distracted."

"Well, you're very distractable," she said. "I can't really be held responsible."

I stopped dead. She was so fucking cute when she said stuff like that. I fully intended to kiss her again, and become all kinds of distracted. But before I could pull her close I felt the first drops of rain begin to hit my face.

"Oh fuck," I said. "We better get a move on."

We had barely made it to the dunes, when the heavens opened, and a proper Welsh monsoon decided to dump itself onto the heads of two horny girls trying to make their way to safety. Within a minute we were soaked from head to toe, sand and wet clothes sticking to our skin. We tried running, but the wet sand of the dunes clawed at our legs and all our efforts did was conspire to make us dirty and tired.

"Jesus," said Naomi. "Is this an apocalypse?"

"No, just Wales," I assured her. "I'm so sorry, Naomi. I should have been more aware. I normally have an instinct about the weather. I don't know why I fucked up so badly."

"It's ok, she said.

"No, it's not ok," I said, feeling suddenly guilty. "I invite you to a pub and don't even buy you a drink. I let the tide surprise us on the beach, and now we're fucking stuck in a storm fit for the end of days. This has been the fucking worst date ever and I just wanted to make things nice for you. I suck, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

In some ways I was glad that it was raining, as I felt actual fucking tears escape my eyes at the thought that I had failed her.

"It's ok, it's ok," she said pulling me closer.

"I don't care," she said, drawing me into a passionate kiss.

"This is all that matters," she said, as her kisses started to roam around my body.

I felt my knees start to waver, but Naomi went with it, letting us fall to our knees in the sand, without breaking the delicious rhythm of her kisses. Even in the midst of the downpour, my skin burned where she touched me, as if the skies were raining paraffin and Naomi was a match. My hands grasped at her wet hair as my mouth fought desperately for hers. I needed to feel her tongue inside me, and her hot breath against my lips. She pushed one of her legs between mine and I gasped and clung onto her neck as I felt the friction of her thigh against my impatient clit. One of her hands grabbed the lapel of my jacket to drag me close whilst the other one tugged at the zip of my hoodie until she could reach inside and squeeze my tit. I let out a glorious string of expletives as her fingers found my nipple through the thin cloth of my dress. Naomi was a woman in flames.

"God, I want you so fucking much," she said, pushing me onto my back in the wet sand, and kissing me so hard I thought we were going to end up in Australia.

My lovable dork was gone, and in her place rose the woman from behind that gaze. The woman who wanted me completely. The rain must have been pounding down on her back, but she barely seemed to notice as she kissed the exposed flesh where my pectoral muscles met my breasts. I clung to her back, wanting the weight of her body on top of me, wanting her to reach for me and roughly palm my tits.

"Oh God, you're fucking gorgeous," she cried, forcing her hips hard down against my own, and making me spasm against her. "I need to feel you."

"Take me," I cried, opening my legs to accommodate her. "Just fucking take me."

She grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head, kissing me hard and deep and slamming her thigh against my clit, and making me ache for her so badly. She kept me like that for ages, hands trapped uselessly above my head, her tongue controlling my mouth, and my hips pushing wildly against any part of her I could find. I had never been so desperate to be fucked before, never trusted anyone enough to let go this completely. Never felt this glorious. Never felt this free. The rain was dripping from the sodden strands of her hair onto my face and neck, but I didn't care. There was only this need, this searing need to feel her inside me. Her hands released their grip on my arms, and before I knew it, one of them was snaking its way under my dress, sending it's fire curling around my cold, wet thighs and incinerating me. She clawed my knickers from my body with one hand, throwing them carelessly into the dunes behind her. I pulled her back down on top of me, needing to feel the weight of her again, and to feel her fingers dance across my pussy.

She didn't keep me waiting too long, thrusting two fingers deep into my cunt in the middle of an overwhelming kiss that had me writhing in complete abandon beneath her. The feeling of her entering me was earthshattering. She seemed to fill me up completely, even before she started pulsing in and out of me, releasing a delicious friction that had me grabbing at her like an animal. I lost it for the first few minutes, grabbing fistfuls of useless sand in an attempt to push myself harder against her. The physical intensity was so great, I felt the universe collapse around me until all of its fiery greatness was contained inside my cunt. Huge galaxies swirled in there, old stars exploded and new ones were born in their wake, as Naomi fucked me through the heavens. I held nothing back, I didn't have a choice. She was ripping me apart and recreating me with every thrust.

And then I felt it, felt her eyes upon me, felt the beautiful heat of that gaze. I opened my eyes to see her cool crystal blues burning across every inch of me, and realised that this is what she had wanted all along. To watch me as my body danced helplessly beneath her touch, to see me as her fingers stole my soul. Everything was about Naomi now. We were soaked and we were filthy, our hair was a mess and our make-up was streaming down our faces, but I had never felt more beautiful than I did right then. I had never known a woman to be more beautiful than she was. I grabbed her arse, using it as leverage to work my hips even harder against her hand, needing to feel that beautiful fulfilment pushing deeper and deeper into me.

"Fuck, I want you," she cried. "I want to watch you come."

And then the rush came. Not orgasm, not yet. This was a different rush, the rush of giving myself away. Naomi was a stranger I had only met a few days ago, and yet I was willing to let her fuck me harder and deeper than anyone before. But not just that, this fucking meant something. If anything, I was allowing it to mean far too much too soon, but I didn't care. I clung onto her back as she kissed me and fucked me and told me I was beautiful, whilst the rain hammered down on the frantic motions of our bodies. I cried out again and again as Naomi sped up her forceful thrusts, using the weight of her body to increase the pressure. This was raw and dirty sex the like of which I had never expected from the shy biologist. It was filthy and gorgeous and I couldn't get enough of her. But if this was only lust, then why did it feel so perfect? Why did I feel this overwhelming sense of completeness with her inside me? Why was this hungry shag on a sand dune the closest I had come to the divine?

I felt that special burn begin inside me, and knew that my orgasm was close. My body had its own agenda, working against her even harder in its desperation for release. But in my heart, I wanted to come for her, to show her what she did to me, to give her my body at its most honest moment, free from all pretension and history. In this moment, in this most precious of moments, I wanted to be hers. I kept my eyes open as I hurtled towards the point of climax. Even in the last moments of the light of the day, those blue eyes shone so clearly. She was looking at me again, and it was even better than I had imagined it. That perfect gaze searing into me with the ultimate of desires, and yet at the same time still looking for me, still searching me out. She wrapped me up with her eyes, took me in and held me. My mouth was full of expletives and protestations to God, but here was where our real conversation was playing out in a land without words. I watched her watch me come, and the sheer sense of wonder on her face made me come twice as hard and long. It was a perfect storm of satisfaction, wave upon wave of pleasure for me to ride along the surface of driven by my Naomi. My ocean.

She collapsed on top of me when I was done, and we held each other tightly, squeezing hard. My hands were grappled into the fabric of her jumper, and my cunt was still clenched tightly round her fingers. I didn't want her to leave me. I didn't want to have to break away from her and end this moment, despite the persistent attentions of the rain. Naomi showed no intentions of breaking us either, and just lay there with her face pressed into my neck as my breathing gradually slowed to normal. It wasn't till I realised she was shaking that I found the will to break my trance.

"Are you ok?" I asked her.

"I think I'm so much more than ok," she murmured into my neck but her shaking intensified.

"Naomi, you're shaking," I said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, but I'm fine," she insisted. "I'm just a little cold."

She lifted her head up and kissed me, gently pulling out of me.

"You were amazing," she said, stroking my cheek.

I could smell myself on her fingers, and it triggered instant flashbacks that made me swoon.

"I had a little help," I half smiled, making her giggle, until she was gripped by another violent bout of shivering.

"I'm ok," she said, when she noticed the alarm in my eyes. "I just have shit circulation. I get cold easily."

"Shit, you should have told me. We could have stopped," I flustered with concern.

"You think so?" she eyed me sceptically.

"No," I admitted truthfully. "You were… fuck, I don't think there's a word for what you were."

I rolled us over and sat up, stripping off my leather jacket and offering it to her, scotching her attempt at refusal by saying I was used to being cold and wet.

"Let's get out of here," I said pulling her up and abandoning my lost knickers to the dunes.

"My cottage is this way," she frowned as I tugged her in the 'wrong' direction.

"Yeah, but my place is closer," I said, wrapping my arm around her.

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I was kissing her in the hallway outside the bathroom when Jenna found us. I had seen Naomi's eyes go wide when she saw the size of my house, until I'd explained to her that it was the family home, and I had to share it with the rest of the Fitches. It was one of the downsides of rural life. Affordable rented housing was hard to come by. Empty properties were snapped up by holiday homers who had more money than we did, and local owners could make a bigger profit renting out to tourists than they could to native youngsters. Most kids had to move out to Swansea if they wanted a place of their own, but I needed to be close to the bay. Most of the time it didn't matter, we had a pretty lovely house, and I could always escape to Effy's any time it got too much for me. But there were times when it held terrible drawbacks, and one of them was staring at me right now.

"Emily, can I have a word?" she said politely, but failing to hide the censure in her voice.

"You go in and get in the shower, babe," I said to Naomi. "I'll be in in a minute."

"K," she smiled sweetly.

"Who is that girl?" said Jenna, once Naomi has disappeared.

"She's my lover, Mum," I said with no malice in my voice. Even Jenna couldn't sour my mood tonight.

"What have you been doing?" frowned Jenna. "You look like you've been beaten up."

I couldn't hide the filthy smirk that ripped across my face as I remembered, and I saw Jenna's face fall as she realised the implications. Poor thing couldn't cope with the idea of one of her babies having rough sex in the dirt, let alone with a dreaded girl.

"We got wet," I shrugged, not bothering to hide the innuendo.

Jenna sighed her 'disappointed that I'm still fucking gay' sigh.

"I hope your not thinking of having her stay over," said Jenna disapprovingly. "You know the rules."

Yeah, I knew the fucking rules. The bitch that was my mother had grudgingly accepted that I was gay, but she still didn't want to see the evidence. Katie could have boys over, James could have girls over, but I was not allowed to bring my filthy lesbian whores into her precious house. So far I had put up with it for the sake of an easy life, but Naomi had put new steel into my veins.

"The rules are about to change, Jenna," I said with a calm forcefulness. "This isn't your house any more. We all work for the family business, we all help to pay for this place. So it's my house too. And if I want to sleep with my girlfriend in my house, then I am damn well going to do so."

"But, but…" attempted Jenna, but this time I wasn't going to let her win.

"This is not a debate, Mum," I told her. "Naomi's special, and I will not have you treating her like a second class citizen. You fuck this up for me and I will tear you down, understood?"

I stared down the woman who had belittled my existence, my hopes, my heart and my love ever since I was a teenager. It was time for it to end. Something must have registered with Jenna that this was our pivotal moment. That I had finally found someone worth fighting for, and I had pit bull in my eyes.

"Ok," she said quietly, and walked away.

For the second time that night I experienced an enormous rush of euphoria. Oh yes, Naomi Campbell, you are special. You are the lightning strike that sparked the dawn of a new era. The old order lay in pieces, its prejudices and condemnations crumbling before my newfound power. The sense of completion I had felt when I was with her had left its mark, for now I was afraid of no one. I finally felt as strong in my mind and my heart as I always had in my body. Her passion had shown me the way to myself. I didn't stop the dirty grin that leaked salaciously across my features as I opened the bathroom door. It was time for payback. It was time to give my lover her reward.

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And finally a bit of pimpage – if you haven't already been caught up in the 'Keep Yourself Warm' revolution, go read it now, it is a truly beautiful piece of writing and has a Naomi who is just to die for. It's by EverythingOnceRight – go be enchanted and amazed. Till next time, Hypes and Cat.