This is a bit of a shorter chapter. i've had half and hour sleep in the past 44 hours, so my attention span is not at its best. Bloody world cup making me get up at all hours of the morning. However it was totally worth it to see Brett Holman's goal in the Australia-Serbia game. Fecking brilliant. Anybody agree?

Anyway. i have the next chapter almost finished so the next chapter will be up soon.

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Chapter 10

Naomi:

The next couple of weeks went by amazingly fast, me and Emily busy making the last minute plans for our trip to Goa. Mum and Kieran had agreed to drive us to London and we were going to get a plane from there to Delhi. From there, Emily had wanted to get a train from Delhi to Goa, saying that she wanted to experience India properly, and not just spend heaps of money to make things easier. I however, had not been so keen on the idea of spending over 30 hours on a train and managed to convince her to let us get a plane, reminding her that the less time we had to spend travelling, the more time we got to spend on the beach, in the hotel, or anywhere else we felt like it. We booked our accommodation, bought the new clothes we were both in need of, packed our stuff, and did everything else that we had to do before we left, and before we knew it, we were at the airport. We checked our luggage in and did all that other shit they make you do. I don't know why they make you come so early, it takes about five minutes to do what you need to do and then hours of waiting around. So now me, Emily, Mum, Kieran and Katie, who had accompanied us to London, were sitting in one of the many over-priced coffee shops that the airport offered for people who had hours of waiting to do, all of us struggling to stay awake and make coherent conversation from having to leave so fucking early this morning.

Eventually it was time for Emily and I to board the plane, so we bid Mum, Kieran and Katie goodbye, promising to let them know when we arrived in India and we left, for our first holiday as a couple. The flight to Delhi took just over 8 hours and was pretty uneventful. Except for a quick, uhh, "bathroom break" that Emily had initiated about 4 hours in to the monotonous flight. Once we were in Delhi, we spent a few hours wandering around the airport waiting for the flight that would take us straight to Goa. That flight, though shorter, was even less eventful than the first, Emily not so eager for a quick trip to the bathroom together this time.

We finally made it out of the airport, lugging our suitcases though the crowd of Indians that had flooded to Vasco da Gama for the summer. We finally made it in to a bus that would take us to just outside the city, to the hotel that we were planning on staying in for the first 2 weeks, before treating ourselves and staying in a fancy beach-front hut for the last 2. We got off the bus and stepped in to the rain, running as fast as we could with our luggage to the shelter out the front of the hotel. "You didn't tell me that coming here in summer meant it was monsoon season, Fitch." I complained.

"I didn't realise you didn't know that." She answered.

"Well sorry that I was too busy booking flights and accommodation to check out ."

"And I'm very grateful for that," Emily said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me lightly on the lips. "Beside," she said, brushing my wet hair out of my face, "The rain means there will be less people on the beach, so there are bound to be times when we have it all to ourselves." I liked the sound of that. I took her hand and lead her toward the big glass doors to the hotel reception.

"Good idea to come in the rain season." I told her as we walked. She smiled at me.

Our room was a lot nicer than I thought it would be. We didn't have heaps of money so we decided to go for a fairly cheap place, figuring we probably wouldn't be spending too much time in our room anyway. We spent a few minutes exploring our room, lying on the bed, checking out the bathroom, looking in the mini bar, going out on the balcony. I was pleasantly surprised with how nice it was. It was just one big room and then the bathroom, but it was quite spacious. When you walked in, the bathroom was to the left and a kitchen area to the right. Next to the kitchen was a small dining table and a sofa and 2 armchairs around a TV. Opposite the living area and next to the bathroom was a big queen-size bed. The bathroom was simple, but clean. It had a toilet, sink and a big shower/bath.

After we had explored what was going to be our home for the next two weeks, we decided to take a shower, cleansing of ourselves of the last 20 or so hours of cars, planes and packed busses. We stripped off in the bathroom and stepped in to the bath, running the shower and gently scrubbing each other's bodies. Our shower became more passionate when Emily ran her hand between my legs and I suddenly became a lot more wet than I already was. I pulled Emily in to a deep kiss, and she gently guided me down so that I was sitting in the empty bath, tongues still engaged in a furious battle. Emily spread my legs and knelt between then, hand between our bodies, fingers running up and down my slit. I pushed Emily's knees apart – thank god the bath was nice and big – and brushed my fingers over her clit. She shuddered visibly and I smiled inwardly at the effect I managed to have on her every time. It didn't matter if we were in our bed at home, at the lake, in a squashy plane lavatory, or in a bath in Goa, I was always able to have the same affect on her, and every time, it never failed to amaze me.

I inserted two fingers inside her and curled them, feeling her do the same to me. She brushed her thumb against my clit, and leant forward, wrapped one arm around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. I copied her actions and began to bump my thumb against her clit every time I pumped my fingers in and out. Her hips began to thrust against my hand and I quickened my actions slightly, giving her what she wanted, but not wanting it to be over to quickly. I felt Emily begin to pump her fingers in and out of me and our lips slowed, neither of us able to think about kissing any longer. Our breathing was growing ragged and Emily tightened her grip around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I could feel her heavy panting in my ear. I bit down softly on her shoulder and wrapped my free arm around her back, digging my nails in to her shoulder as the sensations going on below grew to an incredible level.

I could hear moaning, but I have no idea who it was coming from – probably both of us. My hips began to thrust forward at her every touch. I could feel myself get close, and I knew that she wouldn't last much longer either. Her grip around my neck tightened even more and she began to suck on my neck, biting down lightly. I felt her body stiffen and her fingers slowed inside me as I brought her to the edge of her climax. "I love you." I whispered, and I heard her whisper the same words in my ear at the same time. We both came then, violently, hips thrashing about, our fingers still working inside the other as we much as we could as we trembled through our orgasms together. It was one of the most beautiful things I think I had ever experienced. There was something so amorous about both of us coming together, carrying each other through our climax simultaneously. It felt like we truly were one, like we were sharing the same orgasm, not separate ones. It really was breathtaking. There could not have been a better way to start our holiday together.

Once we had regained use of our limbs, we climbed out of the bath, toweled ourselves off and made our way to the main room, collapsing on to the big bed and making love to each other, over and over again, until we were simply too exhausted from the travelling and lovemaking that we were physically unable to stay awake any longer. We pulled the covers over our naked bodies and I spooned my body around Emily's, holding her tightly, our fingers intertwined in front of her chest.

We stayed in bed late the next day; recovering from the tiring day we had had the day before. Eventually we dragged ourselves downstairs to the hotel restaurant in time for lunch and helped ourselves to the large buffet they had on offer. We decided to leave the sight seeing for the next day, returning to our room to find our bathers and headed down to the beach. Emily was right. The rain was keeping most of the tourists away from the coast and we walked along the beach, golden sand beneath our bare feet, until we found a beautifully secluded place, a bend in the coast line hiding it from the few people that had braved the beach in such shitty weather, a few large palm trees providing a little bit of shelter from the afternoon showers. Despite the rain, the temperature was lovely and warm, making the temperature of the water perfect for swimming. We stayed in the water for an hour or so, before retreating to the shelter of the palm trees. The rain had stopped for a moment and we spread out on the sand soaking in the rays of sun and warmth that were now beaming through the rain clouds.

It didn't take long for things to get a bit heated. And I don't just mean temperature wise. After laying in the sun for a while, holding hands, I rolled over and lowered my body on top of Emily's and proceeded to make perfect love to her, as the rain began to fall lightly on our naked bodies once again.

We spent the rest of the day on the beach, swimming, sunbathing and making love. So far, it had definitely been the perfect start to our holiday.

We spent the next two weeks visiting a lot of the tourist sights, learning the history of Goa during the day, making the most of the extremely cheap alcohol that you could get in Goa at night. There was a few Irish people – two guys and a girl – staying at the same hotel as us and we hung out together most nights, either hitting a local bar, the beach or just hanging out in one of our rooms. Patrick, Tommy and Jess were good company. They were slightly older than us, in Goa celebrating finishing their first year of university. They were extremely accepting of our lifestyle and they definitely knew how to drink and have a good time.

When we decided to come to Goa, I knew that Emily was wanting to do some work in some of the poorer areas of India. She wanted to help people as much as she could, even if the only way she was able to help them was by visiting them and bringing a smile to their face. So I organized for us to take a day trip out of Goa, in to one of the poorer areas of India and we visited an orphanage that housed children aged from birth to 15, whose parents had died and had no other family to take care of them. Most of the children there were babies, or kids under the age of 5. When we asked why this was, they explained to us that once the children reached 5, a lot of them managed to find work, just doing simple things for the richer families. Others that came from wealthy families themselves were sent to boarding school once they reached an appropriate age to be educated. So during the day, most of the children were just the younger ones.

Emily and I spent the whole day in the orphanage, mostly just playing with the kids, but also helping out with some of the cleaning and cooking that the workers there had to do. The orphanage didn't get much funding and they couldn't afford to pay someone to cook or clean, they just had to do everything themselves, on top of looking after the children. So needless to say, they were always eager to have people helping them.

After spending the whole day among the children, Emily had developed a close bond with a 2-year-old called Taranjeet and a 4-year-old called Theraka. She had also spent a lot of time in the nursery, feeding the young babies, playing simple baby games with them, and making them smile. It got quite late and most of the children were already being put to bed and I knew that we were going to have to leave if we wanted to get the train back to Goa that night. I finished tucking in the girls that all shared one large bedroom and went of in search of Emily. I found her in the nursery, feeding a bottle to a little baby boy, whose parents had both died of AIDS. Suddenly the thought of AIDS being catchy wasn't so funny. I approached Emily and told her that we should probably leave, and she finished feeding the baby the bottle and placed him gently in his crib. We walked to the door and Emily stopped and rested against the doorframe, watching the babies sleep. I saw she had a tear in her eyes and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as she watched the sleeping orphans. "Ems?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yeah?" she answered quietly.

"What do you say, when we've finished uni and are all grown up and everything… how about we come back here and adopt a couple for ourselves?" Emily turned to look at me, a mixture of shock and joy written on her face.

"Really?" She asked me, as if she wasn't quite sure if I was telling the truth or just joking around.

"Really. I mean, why not? I know you've always wanted a family and I wasn't so sure, but since I've been with you, I'm warming up to the idea a bit more. And spending the day here with the kids, and watching you play with them and look after them… I know now that it is definitely something that I want at some stage. Not right away. In a few years time, when we are set up and can look after them properly. I want to spend my life with you, Emily Fitch. I want to have kids, and see them grow up and then have grandkids. And obviously we can't have kids by natural methods, so why not come back here and adopt? We can give them the life they deserve, the life that they won't be able to get if they are stuck here." I was about to continue talking, explaining all my reasons and feelings about why we should adopt some kids, but was cut short by Emily kissing me hard on the mouth. She pulled back after a moment and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck tangling her fingers in my hair. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her back, equally tight.

"You are amazing, Naomi Campbell. You are really fucking perfect. All those things you said, that's what I want too. I don't mind how it happens, or when it happens, but I want to grow old with you. I want to see our kids grow and go to uni and then get married and start families of their own."

We held each other tight for a while before I remembered that we were supposed to be heading to the train station and I took her hand and lead her out of the orphanage, not letting go until we were back in our hotel room in Goa. Once again, we lost ourselves among the sheets and I can honestly say that it was, without a doubt, the most passionate night of my life, both of us celebrating our love for each other in the best way we knew how. It was so much more than just sex. It was a promise, a covenant that we would always be together, that we wanted to the same things, that we were in it for the long haul, pledging to spend the rest of our lives together, trying our very hardest to make each other happy. We didn't need expensive rings, or big parties and white dresses. For us this was real. All that other stuff, they are just symbols of what we already felt. That night, that promise – that was our marriage certificate.

And that was the moment, more than any other moment before, that I knew that Emily and I would be together forever. All the shit that we had been through in the past, that was over. We were done messing around. I wasn't stupid; I knew it wouldn't always be easy. Every couple had their problems and I was under no illusion that our lives would be perfect. There would always be some kind of complications. But as we lay tangled in the sheets, naked bodies together, whispering words of love and devotion in my lover's ear, and hearing her whisper them back, I knew that no matter what shit the world threw at us, we would be able to work through it, together. She was my girlfriend, my best friend, the love of my life and I knew, with absolute certainty, that that is what she would always be to me, until we breathed our last breaths, and maybe even beyond that.

OK, so I edited this whole chapter and pressed save and my laptop decided to take that opportunity to tell me that it had disconnected from the internet. So I had to start over. But I didn't do a very good job so sorry if there are mistakes... there probably are...