Hey, you're still here. That is kind of awesome. :3

There's a question about Micah's last name. It's Fitch. I think I stated his full name in chapter 6. c:

They were at it for a time, only breaking away when they run out of breath but their lips aren't apart for more than three seconds when they find each other yet again. Everything was overwhelming for Naomi: the raging storm, the champagne, Emily.

Her head is filled with the feeling of the redhead's soft lips languidly moving to match the rhythm they have set: slow and deep. They substitute it with fast and rough but they always ended up with the deeper kisses. She never thought kissing can be this good, it was better enough when Emily fling herself to her then proceeded to kiss her earlier like her life's depended on it. But now, with the champagne making everything lighter and relaxed, and the fact that they don't have to stop right away because of the worry that Micah might see them, Naomi decided that this kiss is better than most she ever had.

She leans away, takes a deep breath, then tilts her head slightly to the side as she leans back in and presses their lips together once more only this time she grew bolder and teased Emily with her tongue and the redhead lets out a surprised groan and tightens her hold on Naomi.

They kissed and kissed until they're both panting and knew they need more than their three- second breaks. She presses her face on Emily's shoulder, breathing her in, her hands lazily traveling up and down the redhead's clothed back while Emily's hand is buried in slightly wet blonde hair, the other busy stroking the length of Naomi's arm.

Emily sighs at the sensation of Naomi's hands, the gentle rubbing is like lulling her to sleep and she shivers when she felt Naomi snuck a hand inside her shirt, now caressing her bare skin. It felt like she's been doused with fire at the touch and it didn't help that Naomi's hair tangled between her fingers has so much effect on her it's fucking ridiculous.

"Naomi," she murmurs.

The hand in her shirt slightly pauses but resumes its movement as the blonde answers. "Yeah?"

Naomi starts the trail over the length of her spine and it was just too much for Emily; her mind's such a mess she forgot why she called out the blonde's name in the first place.

"You're making it hard for me to think."

"Stop if it starts to hurt." Naomi's tone is playful and teasing and she smiles, relieved that this (whatever this that they're doing) is not too much for the blonde.

She smiles broader then it turns into a low moan when Naomi starts to trail kisses over her neck. She moves her head to the side to give the blonde better access and just enjoyed it for a moment. But as much as she take pleasure in having Naomi's lips trailing over the sensitive skin of her neck, the longing to have those lips against her own is more prevailing, consuming her, and when she can't wait a moment longer, she removes her hand off Naomi's hair and starts to push on the blonde's shoulder.

Naomi detached herself from her neck with a sad little look but it didn't last for long when she got attacked by the redhead's lips; there's so much want on the way Emily is grabbing her, touching her everywhere, that Naomi felt something stir inside her. Next thing she knew Emily's pushing on her shoulder again and kept on pushing until she's lying down the couch.

She places her legs in front of her, stretching them as much as the length of the couch can accommodate them and Emily, briefly breaking the kiss, proceeds to climb the sofa and straddles her. But when the redhead slightly moves her legs to get more comfortable, it brushes against the blonde's side and was surprised when Naomi yelps in pain.

"What is it?" she asks worriedly and reaches for the end of Naomi's shirt but Naomi got a hold on it first and is already pushing it downwards.

"Nothing," Naomi answers quickly.

It made Emily's eyebrow raises suspiciously.

"Well if it's nothing, show me."

"I can't show you nothing Emily, because it's nothing."

Emily's eyebrow rises higher. "Don't get smart on me," she says a little too sweetly then yanks the hem of Naomi's shirt to reveal a purple bruise the size of her palm splattered on the blonde's right ribcage. "What's that?"

"It's my abdomen," Naomi replies looking down at the bruise too. She frowned because it wasn't as big as it was when she was in the shower.

"I meant this," Emily says impatiently, landing a finger over the purple space to indicate what she's talking about.

"Aahhh!"

"Sorry," Emily hastily apologizes and dismounts Naomi at once worried she'll hurt her again if she stayed on top of the blonde a moment longer. She sat on the edge of the couch while Naomi pushes herself into sitting position. "Where'd you get it?"

"Uh, I don't remember."

"Naomi," Emily says warningly. She uses the same tone when Micah won't finish his breakfast.

"I fell."

"Where?"

"On the rough road, when I was biking home. I fell and landed on a pointy rock."

"You should have told me!" Emily says exasperatedly. "We could have put cold compress to stop it from swelling."

"Sorry," Naomi says sheepishly, scratching the side of her chin.

"It's not too late, we can still put some."

Emily presses the ice pack on the bruise and Naomi would squirm slightly so it won't be too pressed up against her skin but Emily would press it back then she had to wriggle away from the cold again.

"Will you keep still?"

"It kinda fucking hurts you know," she complains.

"It's supposed to hurt, quit moving." Naomi frowns, thinking if this is supposed to heal the bruise, it shouldn't feel so fucking painful.

"I think I'm cured now Em." She tries to push Emily's hand away but Emily shook it off.

"You barely have it on you, it needs to stay for twenty minutes straight."

"But-" Emily's lips cut her off, pressed firmly against hers and Naomi forgot about everything she was whining about seconds earlier.

"Now will you stop complaining and let me do it?"

She nods meekly in defeat. The bruise alone is a throbbing ache but if you add the feeling of biting coldness against it, it's a different level of pain. Naomi looks at Emily with a pained expression as she sits through the excruciating process. Emily returns the look with a victorious smile, feeling accomplished that she was able to stop her from protesting.

"Thank you again by the way for dinner, the cake, the presents, and now for helping me not to die."

"You're not going to die from a bruise."

"Really? Because I'm sure this is what dying feels like. Wouldn't it be funny if I die the same day I was born?"

Emily gave her an amused look. "Stop being so overly dramatic."

"I am everything but overly dramatic Emily."

"And by saying that, you're being overly dramatic."

"Whatever," Naomi says with a roll of her eyes and a little smile on her lips. "I'm serious though, thank you."

"I was happy to do it and Micah enjoyed helping me out with the cake."

"It was the best cake I ever had. And well, I didn't even have a cake last year," she reflected thoughtfully.

Emily pushes Naomi's shirt higher when it starts to skid down and regarded Naomi with a careful look. "What was your birthday like last year?" she asks nonchalantly.

"I came home for the weekend and we had a little picnic at the park near our house."

"Who were you with?"

"My mum and Cook, just the three of us. We had to leave within an hour because it started to rain, shit weather all year round you know."

Emily felt a twinge when she saw the ghost of smile on Naomi's lips when she said the name Cook. "Who's Cook?"

"He's a friend," was the short answer.

"Do you miss your mom?" she asks and when Naomi didn't reply right away, she thought she won't get an answer.

"Yeah." Emily thought to not push her luck and not ask anymore question but when Naomi said, "She would have liked you if you met," it intrigued her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're quite similar."

"In what way?"

"She was kind and nice and always saw the goodness in people."

Emily looks at her with round eyes, a look of gratitude in them. "That's sweet."

"She was crazy too," she laughs and then whimpered when Emily pressed the ice pack hard on her bruise.

When the twenty minutes was done, Naomi rolls her shirt down while Emily returns the ice pack in the kitchen and they decided to call it a night. The time was half pass two when Naomi starts for the stairs but Emily calls for her.

"Anything else?" she asks, retrieving her steps to stand in front of Emily that's standing by the bedroom door.

Emily just sort of looks at her for a moment before speaking. "I would love to hear more about your mum. Or Cook. I don't mean now because I think that's asking too much but I'd like to hear more about them from you, eventually."

And Naomi knows what Emily is asking for. "You will," she tells her, because Emily earned it. "But I can't tell you when, but I promise you will."

She thought it wasn't much to promise it but Emily's face lit up when she said it. "Thank you. Oh and before you go to work tomorrow, I'll check on your bruise again okay?"

Naomi knows more than to argue. "Right." She pats Emily's arm and gave her a little wave before trudging to her room. "Good night Fitch."

Emily grins at her and returns her wave. "Sweet dreams Campbell."

"Hey." The way the word was delivered flirtatiously, Naomi knew before she glanced at Pria that it was her. There are quite a handful of people having their breakfast and Naomi didn't notice her come in.

"Hey," she greets her back stopping by the booth the black- haired girl is currently occupying. Pria studies her carefully.

"Something's changed," she observes, looking at the blonde up and down.

"What?"

"Can't quite put my finger on it yet."

The blonde frowns and shrugs and then changes the topic. "I haven't seen you in ages."

"Missed me?"

She smirks. "Gross."

"Because I did."

"Sure you did."

"I was out of town for a business trip, but it didn't mean I wasn't thinking about you," Pria explains then batted her eyes when she said the last part.

Naomi tsked with a slight shake of her head. "You're good."

"I'm more than good. So tell me Naomi, did you realize how badly you want to go out with me after all?"

Naomi made a show on tapping her pencil against her temple and acted like she's thinking hard before sighing loudly. "Not really." She hears a ding! from the kitchen meaning one of the orders is ready for serving. "You want anything?"

"I already ordered," Pria says pointing at a stack of waffles one of the other waiters is bringing over.

"Big appetite eh?"

"I'm quite famished," she says and smiles suggestively at the blonde. Naomi chose to ignore it.

"Good, well I'm quite busy."

"Can we talk later?"

"About what?"

"Just about something."

Naomi gives another shrug and nods her head. "If you can wait," she replies, heading back to the kitchen.

It was an hour later when most of the customers had left and Naomi and the rest are preparing for lunch time when she made her way back to Pria's booth. "You're still here."

"I'm a determined person." Pria points at the seat opposite her. "Sit."

"Well?" she asks again when she's seated.

"Come to a party with me."

"No thanks."

"Come on, it will be in a boat, DJ's dope, free booze, I swear it will blow your mind. That and above all, you get to spend one night with this," she says pointing both index fingers at herself. Naomi looked unconvinced. "Look, come with me to the party and I won't bother you anymore. Think of it as a going away gift."

"You're leaving?" Naomi sits up properly.

"For a while, work thing," Pria says, swirling her straw around the half- full glass of iced tea. "I'm moving to Tokyo, I don't know how long. Maybe three months, half a year, depends on the boss." She looks at Naomi hopefully. "So how about it? Coming to the party?"

Naomi looks at her with curiosity. "Why the effort?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you so determined to ask me out?"

"Have you looked in the mirror?" Before she knew it, Naomi feels her face grow hot, and then hates herself for being so transparent. Pria smiles widely at the blushing blonde in front of her. "The thing is Naomi, you're gorgeous and you don't even know it. And I like your aggressiveness, are you like that in bed too?"

"Wouldn't you want to know?" Naomi flirts back, determined to redeem herself.

Pria seems to be pleased with her reply. "Oh I would very much."

"When's the party anyway?"

"Next Saturday."

"I'll think about it," she says, standing up.

"Great!" Pria claps. "You know what, I finally figured out what's changed with you."

"Well?"

"You look happier."

Naomi smiles at her, a genuine smile. "I sort of am."

Emily comes home feeling very exhausted. Her whole body matted with sweat, strands of her hair irritably clinging to her neck, she smells like she's been dunked in ammonia and her clothes are all dirty. She single-handedly tilled four flowerbeds and fertilized the soil in time for planting a new batch of tulips. She was used to that kind of work but not as much flowerbeds in one day as today. The schedule for the tulips is a little behind because the roses that were planted before bloomed a week late so she has to rush to get back to schedule.

After she was done on the fourth flowerbed, there's still enough time to take a shower before Micah's last class is over so she went all the way home to remove the soil and sweat from her body.

She went straight to the bathroom and stripped off her dirty clothes and left them on the tiled floor before stepping into the shower. The water is heavenly as it cascades down her body, removing the filth off her while she brushes the cake of mud off her fingernails. Once she scrubbed herself until her skin is red and a little sore and washed her hair until the smell of sweat and fertilizer is gone, she stands under the shower stream and lets the water drum over the back of her neck. The beating of water over the tense part of her body loosens her up and as she relaxes, Emily's mind drifts off. And as every time she does lately, she finds herself thinking about Naomi.

First she thought about her high-pitched giggle, then the way Naomi would read the words from the book she's reading out loud when she thinks she's alone, and how she chew her popcorn when it's movie night. Soon, Emily's mind is filled of the memory of them kissing. The first time Naomi kissed her and it tasted of cigarette that Emily always thought was very sexy then when she practically assaulted the blonde with her lips just four nights ago.

She didn't know what's gotten over her but she never regretted her recklessness that night. She thought Naomi would start acting weird around her the morning after like she did with their first kiss but when she woke up the next day, she finds Naomi on the porch, drinking coffee and smoking and when the blonde saw her, she greeted her a cheery 'good morning' and it made Emily very happy and relieved.

Emily moves one of her hands from where it's massaging her neck down to her right breast and gives it a squeeze. She bit her lip and lets out air through her teeth at the sensation. The other hand goes down and cups her left breast and this time, a low moan escapes her lips. She continues on massaging both of her tits while thinking they're Naomi's hands instead and she felt herself grow wet at the thought. A little guilty too.

Her guilt did not stop her from lowering her hand and settling between her thighs. She moans and pants as the memory of Naomi's tongue in her mouth and her hand caressing her back drives her on while her fingers move clumsily over her clit.

Her free hand went to clutch the cold tile wall as she came in a euphoric rush, calling out Naomi's name as the force of her orgasm hit her, almost knocking off both of her knees and losing her balance. She comes down to a jerking stop, her throat hoarse from crying out loud. Despite being on her own, Emily blushes as she cleans up and wraps herself in a towel, her reflection in the mirror looks guilty and flushed as she moves to the door.

Her heart clenches when she sees Naomi sitting in the living room. Just… sitting.

Blue eyes bore holes at her when the blonde glance her way when she comes out the bathroom. Emily swallows audibly, forces the look of guilt off her face and finds her voice. "You're home early," she says casually, although her voice came out a little lower.

"Yeah." The answer gave nothing away. Naomi stands up and walks over to her, the rest of her face is expressionless but her eyes tells a different story.

"How long have you been sitting there?" Emily could practically hear the beating of her heart ringing through her ears.

"Long enough."

Before she could register the blonde's words, Naomi had her pressed against the wall and is kissing her so fucking fiercely Emily's sure her lips are bruising. By the way Naomi's pushing their bodies together and both her hands are already on Emily's tits squeezing and kneading, the desperation is evident in her every movement, Emily's positive the blonde heard everything.

"You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," Naomi tells her almost accusingly through clenched teeth before she starts assaulting Emily's neck with bites and kisses.

Emily wants to say how she's already there, how she's already crazy for Naomi but she can't seem to find her voice. Instead, gathering herself together, she reaches for Naomi's shorts, fumbling with the zipper and button. When they're undone, she shoves her hand inside and both blonde and redhead moans when Emily's fingers slides through the wetness she finds there.

"Oh Christ," Naomi groans against Emily's collarbone before biting down the tendon of the redhead's neck when Emily starts swirling her fingers around her clit. Her hold on Emily's tits tightens followed by colorful string of expletives when Emily pushes a finger inside her.

Despite the awkward angle, Emily makes it work by dipping her shoulder while her free hand starts pushing down on Naomi's shorts. The blonde registers what she's trying to do and helps her slide the garment down her legs until it pooled over her ankles. After kicking the shorts away, Naomi pulls Emily into a possessing kiss and starts to move her hips in time with Emily's thrusting. Emily pushes back until they're in it together, pulling away and then meeting, over and over again. Emily adds another finger and starts pushing harder and faster, her want growing with every thrust.

It didn't last long until Naomi clenches around her fingers and moans out her name as the blonde fights to hold onto any bit of control of her body back. Her knees start to buckle but Emily wraps her arm around her waist, keeping her in her feet. Emily watches with amazement how Naomi looks so beautiful as she tries to bring herself down from her high: eyes tightly shut, teeth grinding down her lip, her breathing coming out in pants and a light sheen of sweat breaking out her feverish skin.

She plants light kisses over Naomi's flushed chest until the blonde unclenched around her fingers. Slowly, she pulls her fingers out, eliciting another moan while her lips reach for Naomi's and kisses her deeply.

When Naomi's breathing comes to normal and it doesn't feel like her whole body's on fire, she pushes herself slightly away from Emily and stare at her to gauge the redhead's reaction. Emily looks at her with big round eyes and a slight surprise on her face (Naomi's certain that the look is etched on her face as well although she's way more surprised than the redhead and a little more flushed, a little more spent).

Then the redhead gave her a sweet innocent smile like she didn't just fuck Naomi where she stood.

I have nothing to say for myself, only i'm sorry if the sexy time was disappointing. lol.

I definitely missed Pria so I brought her back, what do you think? :]

Thank you everyone for the generous reviews, I awesomesauce you all. Oh and to everyone who greeted me a happy birthday, another thank you! See you on the next update guise~