A/N: This one goes out to TheDarkSlayer, for the tweets. And my-other-ride-is-your-mum, just because.

Disclaimer - I sadly don't own or have anything to do with Skins.

Chapter 11

Emily dragged them to a relatively out of the way niche. Tugged until they were positioned to her satisfaction, but did not release their hands. 'Alright, can we please just start over, and forget that there's been nasty stuff said already?' She looked intently from one to the other.

'Fine by me.' Naomi was happy to try, for Emily's sake, but she wasn't holding out any hope that Katie would agree, given the look of distaste that was currently gracing her features.

Katie glowered at them both for a few moments, but finally caved to the pleading look on her twin's face. 'Fuck it. Fine.'

'Thank you.' Emily took a deep breath, released both of their hands. 'Naomi, this is my sister Katie, that I've told you a bit about. Katie, this is Naomi. We met at university. We've been... spending some time together lately.' She paused at Katie's exaggerated sigh and eye roll. 'Naomi was the one who sent me the flowers.'

This clearly piqued her interest. 'Oh yeah?' Sharp brown eyes gazed at the blonde, evaluating.

'Yes, that was me.' C'mon, c'mon, suck it up Campbell. Naomi extended her hand out to Katie, smiled tentatively. 'It's nice to meet you Katie.'

Katie's eyes flicked from her face to her hand, back again. She glanced at Emily, studied her face for a moment. Reached out and took the blonde's hand. Shook it, once, and abruptly let go. 'There, we've made nice. Happy now?' Without waiting for an answer she turned, walked away. The sound of her heels audible even over the music.

Naomi turned to face Emily, unsure of what to make of their exchange. The smaller woman rubbed her nose, a reflective expression on her face. 'You know, that actually went better than I expected.'

The blonde could not suppress a snort. 'I think I need a drink now. We might actually get one this time.'

The redhead made a face, stuck out her tongue.

At the bar they found Cook, Effy, Freddie and a gangly looking guy with unruly hair. Emily's eyes lit up at the sight. 'JJ! I haven't seen you in ages.' She rushed over and hugged him briefly. 'How's Albie? Has Lara had the baby yet?'

'A... A... Albert is fine, he's in preschool this year. The baby's due next week, so I can't stay long.' He smiled down at the smaller woman, then glanced curiously at Naomi.

Emily extended her hand back to Naomi, tugged her forward when the blonde clasped her hand. 'JJ, this is Naomi. Naoms, JJ.'

Naomi smiled, waved with her free hand. 'Nice to meet you.'

'Likewise.'

'Alright you lot, let's take these babies and get to it.' Cook turned around, balancing a tray that was absolutely filled with shot glasses. Naomi suspected they contained tequila. 'It's tequila time!' Oh boy. This is going to get messy.

He held the tray aloft, heedless of the spills, the tequila running down his arm. Led them through the club and secured them a booth at the back, a psychopomp of debauchery.

Cook ushered them into the booth, began laying out the shots in vaguely ordered lines. 'Orright people, who's ready for some fun?' He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a small plastic bag filled with powder. 'Uncle Keith's super special blend, it's a new one.' As he inhaled the first pinch of powder, Katie appeared by his side, liberated the bag out of his grasp.

'About fucking time you got this out.'

'Ah, Katiekins, I knew this would bring you back.'

The bag was passed around the table quickly. Naomi watched as they skipped JJ altogether, and she in turn passed the bag straight on to Freddie. She watched as Emily held the bag, clearly debating with herself, before passing it back to Cook.

'Emilio, what's going on mate? I've never known you to pass up Uncle Keith's special.'

'I know. I've got... a lot of work I need to do tomorrow. I need to be functional.'

Naomi took advantage of the fact that Freddie was leaning his arms on the table, reached behind him to touch Emily's arm. The redhead leaned back and towards Naomi. 'Look, I hope you're not holding back just because I'm not indulging.'

'Well...'

'Ems, please. I might as well go home if you're not actually going to have a good time because I'm here.'

'No, alright. I understand.' She stood up, took the bag back off Cook. 'Actually fuck it, I will have just a little.'

They'd shuffled seats after a few shots, Naomi ended up squeezed between Emily and JJ. The tequila had loosened her tongue somewhat, so she indulged her curiosity and asked JJ why he was partaking in neither the tequila or the drugs.

'I can't, it interferes with my medications.' She cocked an eyebrow in question. 'I'm high-functioning autistic, and they have me on a whole regime of pills. Took a few years to get the doses right, but I've been pretty stable for a couple of years now.'

'Oh. I didn't realise they could control autism with medication. One of my son's friends has Asperger's. They keep him on a strict gluten and dairy free diet, but he's never taken any pills that I've...' She trailed off, suddenly aware that every eye around the table was trained on her. And that Emily looked highly uncomfortable. Bollocks. She reached forward, grabbed one of the shots still left on the table. Threw it down.

Naomi glanced up, frantically trying to think of something to say to break the awkward pause. Her gaze was captured by smoky blue eyes. It was the oddest sensation, as if Effy could see inside her head, read her emotions. The brunette nodded, slightly, then broke the gaze. 'Have you all heard the latest about Panda?' And just like that, the silence was broken. They all answered in the negative. She surveyed the table, looking like a priestess about to offer a benediction. 'She called me the other night. From Vegas. She and Thomas were about to get married.' She paused, to magnificent effect. 'By Elvis.'

The table erupted as they all began speaking. Effy smiled, gave her the barest hint of a wink. And released her. The blonde slumped back against the wall, finally able to breathe again. Turned her head to observe the petite form next to her. 'Ems?' Waited until brown eyes looked up. 'I'm so fucking sorry, I wasn't thinking.'

'It's okay. It's just... going to make things a bit harder, with Katie. I would have preferred she didn't find out about Harrison that way.'

'I'm so sorry. Maybe I should go now.'

'Please don't. It's done now and there's nothing we can do about it.' She shrugged, then gazed up at Naomi, fiercely intent. 'You don't get to leave before we do some dancing.'

Naomi glanced across the table, saw the dark look that was being directed at them by Katie. 'Okay. Let's dance then. Right now.' She picked up another shot as she stood, drank it down. Emily did the same, and they excused themselves.

'Wait up ladies, we'll get everyone out there.' Cook called. 'Drink up you lot, it's time to get mental.'

Naomi didn't know if it was the tequila, Emily's friends, or the generally vibrant atmosphere of the club. Or maybe just the incredibly sexy redhead herself. She lost herself on the dance floor, vital and carefree. Felt like she was reclaiming a little part of her abbreviated youth.

She observed their dynamic, fascinated. They danced together, a loose-knit cluster within the wider seething mass of bodies. She noted that they all kept an eye on Effy's whereabouts, even Emily. Would all reconfigure, seemingly unconsciously, when she strayed too far from the group. Cook moved amongst them all, a patron distributing powdered largess.

Eventually they dispersed. JJ peeled off, headed home. Cook's bag was emptied. And Effy disappeared, towing behind her some guy she'd been all bar fucking right on the dance floor. Naomi couldn't help an internal sigh of relief, that she'd have Emily to herself again.

They'd kept their hands mostly to themselves, conscious of the curious eyes around them. Now that everyone was focused on their own pursuits, that restraint was discarded. Emily moved right into the taller woman's space, and they danced close together, accidental touches becoming deliberate, the air between them charged. Soon Emily began running her hands over whatever part of Naomi's body she could reach while still dancing. The blonde felt her control slip, a tiny prickle of anxiety blossoming in her head.

'I need some water.' She took advantage of the redhead's nearness, spoke into her ear. 'You wait here, I'll be right back, yeah?'

Dilated brown eyes stared into blue, intense. 'Promise?'

'I promise.'

Naomi returned from the bar with two water bottles and a clearer mind, weaving her way carefully through the crowd. She caught sight of Emily through a narrow gap in the bodies in front of her, almost dropped the bottles in shock as she saw a pair of arms thread themselves around the redhead's waist, Emily arching back into the embrace of the honey-blonde woman behind her. Naomi felt her heart clench, her stomach suddenly a leaden weight.

She lost sight for a moment as the gap closed, pushed furiously forward through the throng. Spotted them again, and watched agonised as Emily reached down, clasping the arms across her midriff. The redhead stopped moving suddenly, now gingerly feeling the arms, patting across the jewellery on the wrists. She jumped forward abruptly, wrenching free of the embrace. Turned to face the person behind her, a shocked expression crossing her features. The icy feeling in Naomi's belly melted, the sudden tension draining out of her so quickly she felt almost light headed.

She saw the blonde smile at Emily, say something, but she couldn't make it out. Naomi quickly stepped up beside the smaller woman, standing close. Handed her one of the water bottles. 'Here. Are you okay?' Emily looked up at her, panic evident. The taller woman smiled gently, injected as much reassurance as she could into her expression. 'It's okay. I saw the whole thing.'

'Oh, thank god.' Emily threw her arms around Naomi's neck, buried her head under the blonde's chin. She wrapped her own arms around Emily. Blue eyes glanced over the dark cherry head, meeting the other woman's appraising gaze. Couldn't stop the faintly cocky, triumphant smirk. She breathed a sigh of relief when the honey-blonde woman turned, disappeared into the crowd.

'She's gone now, Ems.' Felt the arms around her neck tighten, in acknowledgement, but the redhead didn't move.

'Was that Ashley the wonder slut I saw, with her paws all over you?' Katie materialised next to them suddenly, directed a slight sneer at Naomi, their embrace.

Naomi felt Emily sigh into her neck, then relax her hold and step away to face Katie. 'Yeah, it was Ashley. She surprised me. I thought it was...'

'I could tell what you thought.' Katie smirked, a wicked gleam in her brown eyes. 'Just as well the geriatric here worked out what was going on.'

'Katie...'

'Leave it Ems, it's alright.'

'It's not alright.'

'Rome wasn't built in a day Ems. Give it time.' She reached over and captured Emily's hand. 'Nobody can resist the Campbell charm for very long.'

Katie snorted. Paused, looking thoughtful. 'Naomi Campbell? Are you fucking serious?'

'Unfortunately so.'

Katie burst out laughing. 'That's fucking priceless.' She was still chuckling as she merged back into the crowd.

They left soon after, the encounter with Ashley having sobered them, ruined their good vibe. Naomi insisted on accompanying the redhead in the cab home, truly concerned about her. Emily was quiet, distant – somehow smaller. She clung tenaciously to Naomi's hand, making clambering into the back seat of the taxi an exercise in contortion. The blonde freed her hand and got her settled into the middle seat, put an arm around her shoulder and tugged gently, until the red head was snuggled against her shoulder. Emily turned in her seat a little, nestled in further.

Naomi picked up one of Emily's hands again. Kissed the knuckles gently, before lacing their fingers together. 'You okay, babes?'

'Mmm. Yeah.'

'That doesn't sound very convincing.'

'I'm okay. I just...' She paused, clearly struggling to formulate her thoughts. 'It just made me realise, how lucky we are, really. How... fragile everything is.'

Naomi squeezed her hand. 'I take it you have a history with... Ashley.'

'Yeah, but that's not what I mean. I went out with her for a bit. Well, we shagged for a while, which is probably more accurate. What I didn't know was that she was shagging three other girls at the same time. But that's not it, I'm well over that. I meant... things could have been so different, if you hadn't seen the whole thing, been so bloody understanding.'

'I must admit, I was...' Shocked. Devastated. '… kind of surprised by what I was seeing.' She paused, thoughtful. 'You're right. If I hadn't seen it all, your reaction... I would probably have behaved differently.' Oh yeah, run for the fucking hills.

'That's what I mean. It could have gone so wrong.'

'Mmm. I think we should... make a pact, right now. To give each other the benefit of the doubt, if something like this ever comes up again. Will that make you feel any better?'

'Yeah, it really would. Would you be alright with that?'

'Absolutely. So it's settled then. Right of a fair hearing, yes?'

'Yes.'

When the car pulled up in front of the Fitch home Naomi peered out the window. Took in the neat garden, the well kept two story house. 'Your parents are living the suburban dream, hey?'

The smaller woman laughed, harsh. 'Something like that.' She peered past Naomi's shoulder. 'Fuck. Someone must still be up, the kitchen light's on.' Unplugging her seat belt, she turned and faced the blonde. 'Thanks for bringing me home. I'd better go in, if that's mum she'll be out here in about thirty seconds.'

'Alright. Are you sure you'll be okay?'

'Yes. Thank you.' Emily leaned forward. Kissed her. Brief, but passionate. Without another word she was gone, hurrying up the path to the front door.

Saturday afternoon found Naomi sprawled on the settee, browsing through the kindle bookstore. She planned to indulge in a new book, as a reward for not only being up to date with all her work, but for her spurt of domesticity this morning. The flat was sparkling, and she'd been down to Tesco, and the market.

Her phone rang as she was trying to decide between the latest from Kathy Reichs or Stephen Fry.

'Hello.'

'Hi. I'm finished!'

'What, the whole paper?'

'Mmm hmm.'

'Wow, I'm impressed.'

'It's amazing what you can do with the right motivation.' Naomi could practically hear the cheeky grin on Emily's face at that.

'Indeed.'

'So I was wondering... Are you doing anything tonight?'

The blonde couldn't resist tweaking her, just a little. 'Well actually, I've got some people coming over for dinner.'

'Oh.'

'Yeah. I'm hosting a dinner party in honour of the annual Beethoven concerto recital of the Hungarian Symphony Orchestra.'

There was a startled pause. 'What?'

Naomi couldn't help the laugh. 'Kidding. I've nothing on tonight.'

'Jesus. You really had me going there for a minute.'

'I know. I'm so very droll.'

Emily giggled, calmed quickly. 'So I was wondering if you would consider moving our date to tonight.'

Our date? I did offer to take her out for lunch. Guess that does constitute a date. 'Sure. What did you have in mind?'

'I don't know yet. If you're not busy maybe I could head over now, and we can work it out?' The tone was coy, but Naomi detected a faint steely undertone. Wondered exactly what she was getting herself into.

'Okay, why not?'

Emily appeared on her doorstep less than half an hour later, a bottle in one hand and a motorcycle helmet in the other. She jumped over the threshold as soon as Naomi opened the door, raised up on her toes and kissed her firmly. 'Hi!'

'Er, hi. What's with the helmet?'

'Oh, I rode over. I parked my scooter inside the front gate, do you think that'll be okay?'

'Scooter?' The blonde was feeling suddenly off-balance.

Emily laughed. 'Didn't I mention it before?'

'Ah no, no you didn't.'

Emily dropped the helmet on the sofa, then placed the bottle carefully onto the table. 'I'm just going to go and grab a couple of glasses for this.'

Naomi picked up the bottle, studied the label. Her eyebrows shot up. 'What's with the single malt?'

Emily shrugged as she came back from the kitchen, tumblers in hand. 'I feel like celebrating. And the scotch just... called to me. Bring it, I want to go sit outside.' Naomi trailed after her, bemused.

Emily commandeered the small patch of grass outside Naomi's ground floor flat. She poured them both generous measures of the scotch then relaxed back onto the ground, leaning on one elbow. Naomi mirrored her pose, clinked their glasses together.

'Cheers. Now that's more fucking like it. Sunshine, scotch and a beautiful woman to share it with. So much better than pegging away at that fucking paper.'

The blonde's stomach flipped, a warm flush pulsing through her body at Emily's words. She gazed at the younger woman, sure there was a goofy grin on her face, but unable to summon the will to care right now. She looked so comfortably relaxed, effortlessly gorgeous. Naomi couldn't stop her eyes from wandering over the slim form. Along the length of her legs, over the curve of her hip. Her subtly muscular arms. They lingered at the artfully displayed cleavage, Emily's shirt gaping just so in her reclined position. Followed the line of her throat, to her lips, lingered there too – remembering how soft they were, how she tasted. Emily lowered her sunglasses a fraction, the movement distracting her from her inspection. She met the redhead's eyes, swallowed involuntarily at the heat in the sultry gaze.

'God, I feel like I need a cigarette now.'

Blue eyes blinked. 'I didn't know you smoked.'

'I've mostly quit. But every now and again...'

Naomi jumped up suddenly, brushed off her clothes. 'Wait here.' She bolted into the flat, rummaged around in her satchel for her lighter, and the small rectangular tin containing her smokes. As she came out of the flat she waved the tin, smiling at Emily's curious look. 'I've mostly quit too. I have one, maybe two a week, if I'm desperate.' She sat down, opened the tin, offered it to the redhead.

'What are they?'

'They're Dutch cigarillos, special spiced tobacco from Indonesia. If I'm only having one a week, I want to make sure it's a bloody good one.' She flipped open the lighter and sparked it, leaned over to light Emily's smoke, then her own. Shut the lighter with a snap, tossed it on the ground next to her glass. She laid back on the ground, staring up at the sky. Content.

They remained on the lawn, sipping the scotch and chatting, until the sun dropped behind the building and a freshening breeze made it uncomfortable. They'd tossed around possible plans for the evening, decided after a good third of the bottle was empty that they couldn't really be bothered going anywhere. So Naomi ordered a pizza.

As they ate Naomi asked Emily about Katie, and her family. Emily was hesitant at first, but the blonde was persistent.

'Katie's always been very controlling, dominating. And I let her be, for so long. It was really only when we got to college that I started to even try to break free from that. It was always just... easier, to agree to whatever she wanted. To get along. But when I really started to admit to myself that I fancied girls... well, I couldn't just go along any more. She lost it when I told her. It was a nightmare. But then when I told mum and dad, and mum went completely mental... We've always stuck together, us against the world. And so, mum constantly having a go at me, constantly being awful... it actually brought her around, perversely. I think she was ready then, to let go a bit. We had a little while there, where we had our own lives. But then...' She paused, took a sip of her scotch. 'Then in the final year of college a lot of stuff happened. Katie had a pregnancy scare, and when she went to the doctors... they told her she'd never have children. It was fucking awful, I've never seen her so devastated. And on top of that, dad went bankrupt and lost the gym, our house got repossessed. Mum nearly divorced dad. It was just one thing after another. It was too much for her, I think. That distance that we'd gained. She needed me too much. And she's never been able to let go, since.'

'Thank you, for telling me. That explains so much, helps me to understand where she's coming from.' Naomi paused. 'No wonder you didn't want her to find out about Harry.'

Emily looked up quickly. 'No, it's not that I don't want to tell her. I just... wanted to be able to break it to her... carefully.'

'I'm so sorry about that.'

'Don't be. It's done now, and she'll come around eventually. Like you said, nobody resists the Campbell charm.' She laughed quietly. 'Maybe we should just let her meet him. He'll charm her quick enough.'

'Maybe.'

'Anyway, that's enough of my depressing family stories. Do you want to watch something?'

'If you like.' Naomi excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving the redhead perusing the DVDs. When she returned Emily had still not selected anything. 'No luck?' The blonde sat down on the settee, kicking off her shoes and stretching her legs out in front of her.

'Too much actually. I can't decide.' Holding three discs in her hands she turned towards the sofa. 'Which would you...' Without looking behind her, she placed the DVDs back on the shelf, made her way purposefully to the settee. 'Actually, I think I've changed my mind.' Small hands grasped Naomi's shirt, pulled her forward as Emily settled her knees on either side of the blonde's leg. Brought their lips together, without any further preamble. 'I believe... you... owe me... some... kisses.' Emily teased her, alternating hard, fast kisses with tiny licks and nips until Naomi couldn't resist any longer. She placed one palm against a cheek, wrapped the other hand in soft red hair. Deepened the kiss. Her eyes slammed shut as their tongues met, losing herself in Emily. She could taste the scotch, a subtle hint of their earlier smoke.

The smaller woman moaned softly, releasing her grip on Naomi's shirt to thread her fingers into blonde hair. Forced their mouths together a little harder. Naomi's hand smoothed down the redhead's face, down her neck. Skimmed along the side of her breast, inducing a sudden intake of air from Emily. Trailed down to her waist. Reached under her shirt to stroke bare skin. It felt so good, she needed more. Releasing red hair, she brought her other hand down, ran her palm over Emily's bum. Elicited another gasp. She moved her hand under the back of Emily's shirt, running her fingertips up and down her spine. Felt a subtle difference in the skin on her lower back. She pulled her head back suddenly, curious. 'Is that ink?'

'Mmm hmm.' Emily kissed her way along Naomi's jaw to her ear. 'I've got a couple.' Naomi felt teeth nip at her earlobe, then suction. 'If you ask nicely, I might be inclined to show you.'

'Not sure if that's such a good idea. Urgh.' It was Naomi's turn to gasp as the smaller woman found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, bit down gently.

'Spoilsport.' Emily left a trail of kisses up her throat, found her lips again. 'God, you taste so fucking good.'

Naomi lost herself in the kisses. The world could have exploded around her, and she really couldn't have given the slightest fuck. All that mattered was the the sensation of Emily's lips on hers, the feel of Emily's tongue in her mouth. The press of Emily's hips against her belly. At some point she found herself flat on her back on the sofa, Emily perched on top of her. She willed her hands to behave, but the smooth skin of the redhead's belly and back was just too enticing. She became vaguely cognisant of the fact that Emily was undoing the first couple of buttons of her shirt. Grumbled, disappointed, when the smaller woman's mouth left her own. Gasped when Emily shifted down her body slightly, began to kiss the newly exposed skin on her chest. She arched her back, the movement causing the the smaller woman to shift and straddle Naomi's thigh.

This was too much for either of them to resist. Naomi braced her foot and pressed up as Emily ground down against her. The red head came up suddenly, liquid brown eyes staring into blue. Dark with desire.

Naomi fought with herself, knowing this was getting beyond her control, wanting to stop. Never wanting to stop. Emily moved her hips, pressing down against the taller woman's thigh again. Her breathing hitched, she let out a husky 'Ohhh goooodddd.' And Naomi surrendered.

They quickly established a rhythm, Naomi thrusting up in time with Emily circling her hips. The blonde let her hands loose, stroking along her back, across her belly. This time she didn't stop their ascent. She ran her fingertips over Emily's breasts, exploring the silky material of her bra. They were still staring into each other's eyes, but when Naomi cupped the redhead's breasts, stroking across her nipples with her thumbs, brown eyes closed. A low moan escaped her lips, and she pressed even harder against Naomi's thigh.

Naomi's eyes widened, both at the sight and sound of the woman above her, and the sudden realisation of what she had just felt. She brushed her thumbs across Emily's nipples again, confirmed it. 'Fuck, is that a piercing?'

'Mmm hmm...'

'Oh my fucking god...' Fascinated, she investigated with her fingers, tried to visualise it. Couldn't, through the bra. She quickly reached around and unfastened the clasp, pulled the material loose and ran her hands underneath. Now she could feel it clearly. It appeared to be an incomplete hoop, with small balls at each end. Above her Emily's breathing grew ragged, and her hips increased their speed. With each thrust against Naomi's thigh she emitted a small, high-pitched whimper.

Naomi gazed up, awed by the sight of Emily's primal beauty. Done with her investigation, she focused back on the woman above her. Tensed her thigh muscles, matched Emily's thrusts. Cupped her unpierced breast, rubbing her thumb over the nipple. Gently tugged on the ring on the other. Emily threw her head back, cried out 'Don't stop, don't you fucking stop.' They moved in synch for a few more moments, then the redhead tensed, shuddered. Collapsed on top of Naomi.

The blonde extracted her hands, wrapped her arms around the small form. She kissed red hair, stroked her back. Soothing. Calming. When Emily caught her breath she crawled a little way up Naomi's body, kissed her gently. Her eyes were luminous, so full of heat and emotion that Naomi couldn't breathe. She swallowed, returned the intense stare. 'You, Ms. Fitch, are positively dangerous.' She smiled as Emily chuckled softly, buried her head into the crook of Naomi's neck.

They lay there for a while, in comfortable silence. At one point Emily murmured softly. 'I don't want to move.'

'Then don't. Stay here.' Naomi felt a kiss on her neck. Then there was peace.

She awoke a couple of hours later, her back protesting it's extended stay on the less than supportive settee cushions. She lay still for a moment, pondering how best to proceed. She gently swung Emily's legs off, got her left arm under the redhead's knees. Sat up carefully, supporting Emily's back with her right arm. Gathered herself. Stood, cradling the small form.

Emily stirred, blinked at her sleepily. 'What..?'

'Shhh. Just hold on, we're going to bed.'

Emily wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck. Trusting. 'Okay.'

Naomi navigated through the flat, mindful of her load. Glad the bedroom door was open. She knelt at the side of the bed, deposited the smaller woman gently, settling her limbs comfortably and pulling the duvet up. She stood, turned away from the bed.

'Where are you going?'

'I just need to switch off the lights. I'll be right back.'

'Alright. Don't take too long.'

A few minutes later she climbed into the bed, lay down carefully next to the sleeping form. Emily wriggled closer, snuggled into her side. Laid her arm across the blonde's waist. They both sighed, and slept.