A/N: Thanks for all the supportive comments and messages, I really appreciate them all. I'm sorry my updates are quite sporadic at the moment. And I would have liked to make this one a lot longer, but then it would have taken a lot longer and I wanted to get something posted so you guys didn't either lynch me or forget me. Neither of which would be nice for me...

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Chapter 14

Emily moaned softly, a husky burr that washed away Naomi's already diminished control. Without breaking their kiss she stepped forward, pushing the smaller woman with her until Emily's back collided with the door. She kissed her way along the redhead's jaw, down her neck. Used one hand to push Emily's top off her shoulder, so the trail of kisses could continue. The other hand stroked over Emily's hip, down along her thigh until it encountered the bare flesh just above her knee. She bit down gently on the smaller woman's collar bone, eliciting another low moan. Followed the same path back, laying a line of slow, open-mouth kisses on her way up towards Emily's mouth as she brought her hand up under her skirt. Traced gentle patterns with her fingertips on the smooth skin at the back of the redhead's thigh. She was tantalisingly close - fingers just brushing the edge of Emily's knickers, about to claim the redhead's lips again – when she was shoved forcefully away. Staggered back a couple of steps, shocked.

'Fuck Naomi. You need to stop that NOW. I swear to god if you touch me again I will not be responsible for my actions.' Emily's voice was rough and husky, dead sexy. The redhead was breathing heavily, a pained expression on her face.

The blonde head shook, blue eyes blinking rapidly, trying to clear the lust induced haze. She focused finally on Emily. Catalogued her heaving chest, dilated eyes, disarranged clothes. Swollen lips. Those lips. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Naomi was on the cusp of overriding Emily's protests, kissing her and consequences be damned, when the redhead held her hand up in front of her body, palm out in a halting motion.

'Stop looking at me like that, fucks sake! I don't think either of us really want me to fuck you up against my parents' front door.'

Like an unexpected cold shower, the mention of Emily's parents swiftly doused Naomi's ardour. She shook her head slowly, incredulous at herself and what she'd just contemplated. 'Jesus fucking Christ Emily Fitch, you are seriously dangerous. The things you make me do...'

The redhead laughed, a strangled sound. 'You have no idea. The things I want you to do.'

They had continued dating the last couple of weeks. Every second or third day Naomi would suggest something new. She'd tried to alternate silly, fun things with more traditional date venues. So they had played laser tag and mini-golf, as well as gone for cocktails and to a Korean barbecue restaurant. This evening they had done dinner and a film. Each time their goodnight kisses had gotten longer, more intense. Morphed into extended snogging. Naomi had stopped asking the taxi drivers to wait, opting instead to walk a couple of blocks to cool off before attempting to summon a new one.

Things had gotten very much out of hand this evening, and now they were standing apart, panting. Staring with undisguised hunger at the other. The longer they gazed into each other's eyes, the more Naomi weakened. She was about to throw in the towel, ask Emily to come home with her, when the front light came on, and the door swung open to reveal a smirking Katie.

'Interrupting anything, am I?'

'Impeccable timing Katie.' The blonde took a deep breath, released it slowly. 'I was just about to leave.' A pause. 'I would have hated having missed saying my usual goodnight to you.'

Katie laughed. 'Sure you were leaving.' She pointedly looked Emily up and down, raised an eyebrow at her dishevelled state. 'Looks to me more like coming than going though.'

Naomi could not suppress a chuckle at that, her laughter intensifying at Emily's appalled exclamation. 'Fuck you Katie.'

'Fuck you right back Ems.' Katie crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow. 'If you have public sex, you invite public participation. Or taking the piss.' A pause. 'What the actual fuck did you think you were doing anyway, getting it on right on the doorstep?'

'Well, I think we can safely assume that neither of us were thinking very clearly at all, and that was the problem.' Naomi paused, thought for a moment. 'Actually that's not true. I wasn't thinking, but you were doing alright Ems.' She reached out and took Emily's hand, squeezed it. 'Thank you for that.'

'It was getting to the point of no return.' Emily laced their fingers together, squeezed back. A warm look in her rich brown eyes. 'I just didn't want anything to happen that you'd have regretted later.'

They stood silent, blue gazing into brown, lost to the world. Reading a whole host of emotions and feelings in each others eyes that they probably weren't quite ready to share yet. Naomi shifted, uncomfortable. But unable to look away.

A loud huff finally drew them from their mutual reverie. Katie glared at them darkly, her normally tolerant if cheeky demeanour replaced with a harsh, sneering expression. 'Isn't it about time for you to fuck off home now, Campbell?' Scorn, laced with real venom.

Naomi stared at her, momentarily stunned. She let go of Emily's hand, shook herself almost imperceptibly. 'Yes, you're probably right Katie.' Blue eyes studied Katie cautiously, perturbed by her sudden change in mood. 'It was nice to see you again.' Katie merely glared back. The blonde shrugged, turned her attention to Emily. Startled to see an identical glare on her face, this one directed at her twin. 'Talk to you later Ems?'

'Yeah.' Emily swung around to face her, expression softening. 'Yes, I'll talk to you later. Thank you, for tonight.'

'My pleasure.' She shot a furtive glance at Katie, still fiercely glowering at them. 'I'd better go.'

'Yeah, okay.' The redhead leaned up, kissed her firmly. 'Bye.'

'Later.'

As she made her way home Naomi let her mind wander. She pondered over Katie's strange and sudden disdain. Thought about the movie they'd seen, and the way Emily snuggled into her shoulder and held her hand. Recalled their feverish, ardent passion. Her mind kept coming back to the sensation of Emily's lips, the feel of her bare skin under Naomi's hands and mouth. Her low, husky vocalisations. The blonde's stomach clenched, warmth flooding through her body, just at the thought. 'Jesus fuck, imagine what it's going to be like when we finally...' Naomi broke of abruptly, horribly aware that she was now talking to herself in the back of a cab.

'You alright there, love?' She glanced up, noticed the driver looking at her in the rear view mirror. Curiosity evident in his gaze.

'Fine thanks.' Curt. She breathed a sigh of relief when he shrugged, returned his eyes to the road.

In an effort to distract herself from further uncomfortably arousing recollections she mentally threw herself into planning for their next date. Given their propensity to get increasingly intimate with each evening date, Naomi thought it might be a good idea to plan something for the daytime. She sorted through a mental list of ideas, discarded those that were too naff. Wanting something memorable. Something that was guaranteed to made the smaller woman laugh. Make her look at Naomi with that wonderful, warm, indulgent smile. The one that never failed to create a fluttering in her belly, a happy pounding in her chest. The blonde almost laughed out loud when she finally hit on the perfect outing. She flipped open her phone, not wanting to waste another moment in getting started. Chewed her lip in thought while she composed a text. Finally satisfied, she re-read the message once more before hitting send.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Naomi Campbell in possession of a free Saturday must be in want of an Emily Fitch to accompany her on a day trip.

It was cheesy, but it would serve her purpose. She heard the phone beep as she paid the cabbie, waited until she'd made her way into the flat to read it.

Lol. If that's your adorably nerdy way of asking if I'm free on Saturday then yes. I'm all yours.

Naomi had a sudden and vivid flash of some of the ways she wished that Emily was all hers. She sank onto the sofa, indulging her rampant teenage boy daydreams for a few minutes before flipping open the laptop and checking Saturday's train timetable.

Great. Meet me at the station at 10. And don't borrow Katie's shoes, you'll need to walk. Speaking of, what's up with her?

Naomi was just climbing into bed when her phone finally beeped again.

JFC. You still awake?

Within 20 seconds of her sending an affirmative reply, the phone rang.

'Hey.'

'Hey back.'

'Everything alright?'

'Urgh, no. Katie felt the sudden urge to lecture me about how inappropriate you are for me and when I told her to mind her own fucking business and stop being such a snotty bitch to you it turned into a screaming row, and of course then my mother got involved. I've just now escaped to my room.'

'That sounds... eventful.' Naomi winced, a burst of anxiety hitting her at the thought of being officially on Jenna Fitch's radar. 'Are you okay?'

'I'm fine, I'm just fucking livid, you know? How fucking dare they still be trying to dictate to me.'

Naomi could hear the underlying upset in Emily's tone, despite her obvious anger and frustration. She let her rant for a while, interjecting supportive comments where necessary, until finally the redhead wound down. Naomi heard her take a deep breath, let it out in a long sigh. 'God. I'm sorry I just went off tap on you.'

'It's fine, don't worry. You clearly needed to rant for a bit, and I'm glad I could help.' A pause. 'I'm sorry you've had such a shit time of it tonight.'

'Thanks. What a twat of a way to ruin a lovely evening, though.'

'Does rather cast a pall over things. And here I thought Katie and I were getting on so well.'

Emily chuckled at her sarcastic tone, but answered seriously. 'So did I actually.'

'It was like something changed for her tonight. I can't work out what. She was fine when she first opened the door. I mean, she's always a bitch but she's generally quite good natured about it.'

Emily laughed again. 'Good natured, yeah. Anyway, enough about Katie. Tell me where you're taking me on Saturday.'

'No.'

'No?'

'No. You'll have to wait and find out.'

'Fine.' She huffed, mock exasperation. 'Have it your way. Will you at least give me some indication of how I need to dress?'

'Hmmm...' Naomi thought for a moment. 'You don't need to dress up or anything, but probably avoid your scruffy little babydyke look as well.'

'What!'

'Smart casual, I think.'

'Scruffy little babydyke... What the fuck Naoms?'

The blonde laughed at the absolute indignation in Emily's tone. 'You know what I mean. Those ripped cargos you sometimes get around in, and the vests.'

'Oh.'

'Mmm...'

'I can work with smart casual.'

Naomi could rarely overcome her terminal punctuality, and Saturday morning was no exception. She arrived at the station a good twenty minutes early, and was doing her best to relax and be patient. She was slouched on a rather uncomfortable bench and mentally cursing the tosser who designed the stupid thing when she spotted a familiar flash of red. All thoughts of discomfort flew out of her head as she watched the redhead's confident swagger, eyed the skinny jeans and open-collared shirt appreciatively. Her breath caught as Emily spotted her, knowing that the shy, endearing smile and welcoming look in her eyes was all for her. She leapt to her feet, sure that the goofiest smile in history must now be gracing her face, but not really caring.

Emily bypassed a verbal greeting, merely threw her arms around the taller woman's neck and brought their lips together. Naomi basked in their quiet passion for a long moment, relishing the feel of the redhead in her arms. The taste of her vanilla lip gloss. She deepened the kiss just for a second, caught the subtle minty hint of toothpaste, before reluctantly drawing away. They stood, foreheads pressed together. Breathing each other in.

'Where did that come from Ems?'

'I missed you yesterday, and I wanted to kiss you. Okay?'

'More than okay with me. No complaints at all. I was just... are you alright?'

'I am now I'm here with you.' Naomi raised an eyebrow, fixed the smaller woman with a disbelieving stare. Emily rolled eyes, pushed away from their loose embrace. Caved when she realised that the blonde wasn't going to give up. 'Fine, I copped another serve this morning, from the stupid, nasty woman masquerading as my mother. Now can we please just get on with our day? I don't want to be thinking about my family any more.'

'Absolutely.' Naomi took Emily's hands in hers, kissed the knuckles gently, before dropping one hand and tugging the smaller woman in the direction of the platforms. 'C'mon then, the train's this way.'

'Are you going to tell me where we're going now?

'Nope. You'll find out soon enough. The train ride will be less than 15 minutes.'

'Only 15 minutes, that's disappointing. I was hoping we could get far, far away.'

'Oh, we will be far away. In a manner of speaking.'

'What? Stop being so cryptic, would you?'

'No. Actually, I won't.'