I wake to the brightness coming from the window to find Naomi wrapped around me. Her breathing is slow and steady. I brush some of her hair away from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She looks so peaceful and serene. Very cute in my opinion. I must have kissed too hard because she wakes with a start.

"Where's the pancakes?" she slurs out, looking around comically.

"Sorry," I apologize, "Didn't mean to wake you."

"S'ok." She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. "Jesus Christ, my head is fucking killing me. Should not have drunk all those drinks last night."

"Nope, you shouldn't have. Make bad decisions when you do."

Her eyes widen, "What did I do? I can't remember a thing."

I grin and decide to play with her a bit. "Well, during your speech you decided to suggest a foursome with me, Effy, and Katie. Which is just incestuous and gross. I'd rather shag Cook than Effy. Then you snogged JJ when you were dancing and tried to slip your hand down his pants. I had to pull you away from Cook, he was taking you back to his room."

Naomi's eyes are bugged out. "Fuck. I did that? Oh my God, how am I going to ever live this down at work."

I raise my eyebrows and shrug, "Dunno."

"Shit. My employees were out there."

I laugh, "I'm just kidding, dummy. The only thing you did was go off with Shana and almost sleep with her."

A look of relief passes over her face. "I should be angry at you for tricking me, but I'm just so goddamned relieved that I can't muster any anger."

I smile and give her a peck on the lips. "You deserve it, dear. You really seemed like you could have done all those things. You don't hold your liquor that well."

Naomi shakes her head. "Do you remember the night when we were playing Monopoly and I kissed you?" I nod. "Yeah, I definitely would not have had the courage to do that without some alcohol."

I lean over a give her a slow, passionate kiss. "Well I'm certainly glad you did." I slide my hands up her shirt and pull it over her head. I'm pretty sure that we're finally going to continue with what we've been trying to do for a while now. I kiss her neck, nuzzling against her skin.

She groans, "As much as I'd like to continue this, my head is hurting way too much for me to do anything except lie here in agony."

"Is there anything I can do?" She bites her lip. "Hmm?"

"Well, maybe, possibly you could lie down here with me. I mean, I know you probably want to go swimming or something, so you don't have to." She sounds so fucking insecure that I have to lean over and give her a tight hug.

"I'd love to." Her face lights up into a smile. I adjust the blankets and curl myself into her body. She sighs contentedly.

"This is nice, Ems."

"Yeah, yeah it is." Naomi is nice and toasty warm, and I must say that the bed is certainly soft enough. I blink a few times, my eyelids feeling increasingly heavy.

I open my eyes, squinting from the sunlight.

"Hi. You're up." I look over to the other side of the bed. Naomi is sitting on one of the chairs in the room, drinking coffee and looking at a newspaper. "I ordered some breakfast for you."

"Mmm, what did you get?"

"Er, well I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got pancakes, danishes, donuts, bacon, eggs, biscuits grits, and toast with jam."

"Jesus, I'm not that much of a fattie, am I?"

She raises her eyebrows, "Nooo, of course not."

"Hey, I caught the sarcasm in that. Bitch."

Naomi chuckles, "I may be a bitch, but at least I don't look like I got in a fight with a kangaroo."

I frown, "What the fuck does that even mean?" She motions towards the mirror. I take a glance at myself and see the streaks of my mascara on my face. "God, I look awful."

"Pretty much." I spin around and give her a light punch to the gut. "Kidding, kidding. I'd think you were pretty even if you really were mauled by a kangaroo."

"It's all your fault anyway."

"What? How is it my fault?"

I'm a little embarrassed, "Well I was just a teeny bit upset that you went off with that slut. I may or may not have cried a bit."

'A look of pain crosses her face. She strides over to me and kisses each of my cheeks softly, "I'm sorry, Fitch, I really am. I won't do that again"

"No problems, really." She looks unsure of herself. "Look, Naomi, yeah, you hurt me, but it's done with now. You definitely made up for it with getting all this food for me, okay? I lied to you, you needed something to show that I was wrong."

"Are you sure? I mean you can pull someone tonight if you want."

Okay, that pisses me off. "Oh, so what, I'm some kind of slut that just wants to fuck someone?"

Her eyes widen, "Christ, no! I didn't mean it that way. I didn't mean actually sleep with her, I just meant flirt with someone in front of me. Do you really think I could take the jealously of seeing you go off to fuck someone else? Cuz I couldn't, I would explode. You have every reason to be furious with me."

"I should slap you right now to make up for last night." She nods and closes her eyes, bracing herself. It's a surprise to both of us when I instead lean up and give her a kiss on the cheek. There's confusion written all over her face as she opens her eyes. "Hey, stupid, it's not like I could actually slap you. Let's eat breakfast, okay?"

Naomi smiles widely at me, "Yeah. Breakfast. Do you think we can eat all of this?"

"Nope. Want to invite the others up?"

"Okay. Probably shouldn't call Katie and Effy, they'll most likely be fucking."

"Ew, I do not want to think about my sister fucking anyone, even her wife. Panda and Thomas will probably be otherwise occupied as well."

"Okay, so we'll call Cook, Freddie, and JJ then."

"Do we have to invite Cook?"

"Yes. He and Jay are sharing a room. He's actually alright once you get to know him. Bit of a wanker, but not too bad."

"Whatever," I say as I pick up the phone and dial Freddie's cell. He answers on the third ring.

"Hey, Cook here."

"This is Emily. Fitch. Naomi and I were wondering if you and JJ wanted to help us eat our breakfast."

"Want a little bit of Cookie, eh? I'll come up, but Jay isn't here. He pulled last night."

"Jay pulled? As in the JJ we know? With a girl?"

I can feel Cook's grin across the line, "Yep, I taught him well. Some blondie with nice tits. Victoria maybe."

"Okay, well come up to room 203. Call Freddie too."

"Got it. 203 and call Freds."

I'm eating a Danish when I hear a loud rapping to the door. "Coming," I call. I open the door to see a grinning Cook and Freddie waiting.

"EMILY!" Cook roars, "I hear you and Naomi have a tasty brekkie for us."

Freddie mock covers his ears. "Jesus, Cook, could you be any louder?"

"Hopefully, mate, hopefully." Cook comes through the door and jumps onto the bed, jostling Naomi.

Freddie rolls his eyes and follows me into the door. "Thanks for inviting us. I'm starved."

"Any time, guys, any time. Em and I would be glad to have you. I guess I went a little overboard ordering for Emily. I just wanted to make her happy," Naomi says with a sappy smile on her face. Freddie looks at her curiously.

" 'I just wanted to make her happy'? Are you two, are you two together?"

Naomi does that bizarre feigned look of shock. "Us? Together?" She adds in a horrible fake laugh. "You guys are so funny. Ems and I together. LOL!"

Cook and Freddie share a look. "Okay, ladies, whatever you say. Personally I think that you'd make a cute couple." Freddie is smiling widely as he says this. I can't help but blush, which Cook picks up on.

"You are sleeping with her!" he cries out loudly, "Way to get it! Maybe we could arrange a little get together with the three of us. Everyone could always do with a bit of the Cookie Monster!"

"Mmm, thanks for the offer, Cook, but I'd rather not get any diseases.," Naomi shoots back acerbically. A look of worry crosses her face. "You won't tell anyone, will you? You know, about Em and me. It's pretty new and we don't want anyone to mess it up."

Freddie smiles and nods, "I'll keep schtum. Cook will too, won't you Cook?"

"Fuck yeah, I'll do anything you like if you give me one of those pancakes." He reaches over and grabs one of the chocolate chip ones, stuffing it into his mouth in one bite. As he chews, he pours a healthy measure of syrup into his mouth.

"Lovely," Naomi says disgustedly. "I'm so glad we invited them up."

Freddie grins boyishly, "Guess this is why you're not with men anymore."

"Yeah, men are just so, so uncouth," Naomi says as she looks over at me. Of course she looks over at the exact moment that I'm stuffing half a Danish into my mouth while I swish around my coffee with my finger. "Jesus, Ems, can't you be a bit more ladylike?"

"Sorry," I say as I swallow the Danish, "I'll do better next time." She smiles at me and gives me a quick peck on the lips that turns into a passionate kiss. A whistle from Cook forces us back into reality. We break apart, each with goofy grins on our faces.

"Mmm, Ems, you taste like sugar and apples."

"Yeah, well you taste like fags and coffee.

Naomi raises her eyebrow, "And you like it, don't you?"

I lick my lips slowly, "Oh yes, I like it a lot." I lean in to kiss her, but I'm interrupted by Cook.

"Yeah, girls, I'm getting a semi over here. Keep it going."

Naomi gives him a characteristic scowl and eye roll. "Fuck off, Cook."

"I like the "fuck" part of that sentence. Tell Freds to fuck off and then we can have some fun, okay, ladies? At least give me a little bit of a show, yeah?"

"If you want a show, then you'll have to kiss Freddie first. With tongue," I say, ignoring Freddie waving hands and alarmed expression.

"Right, babe. Okay," Cook agrees, turning to Freddie. He grabs him by the collar and forces their lips together. Freddie pinches his lips together but Cook forces them open with his tongue. They kiss for a few more moments.

"Geez, Freddie, you certainly got into it, didn't you?" I ask, confused as to why Freddie didn't just push Cook off. Freddie makes a muffled sound; both he and Cook are red as beets. I understand Freddie's embarrassment, but Cook is never embarrassed. Naomi looks at them imperiously.

"So, guys, we're not the only homos in here, are we?"

Freddie's brow contorts. "I am not gay. I like women." Cook gives him a nudge to the side.

"Not what you were saying last night, Freddie boy. You were all like 'Oh Cook, fuck me harder'."

Freddie's eyes widen, "I, I, we did not do that last night. I was with one of the bridesmaids for the whole night. Cook was trying to pull too."

I smile, "I think the lad doth protest too much. Do you like Cook like that, Freddie?"

"What? No, of course not."

Naomi smiles at them, "In the many years I've know both of you, I've never suspected anything homo from either of you. I mean, Freddie, you were so in love with Effy. You too, Cook. It's good she wasn't two-timing you two with each other, I think you would have both been killed. Basically, you two both love women."

Cook's ears have lost their pink tinge, "Let's change the subject, yeah?" Naomi and I look at each other a nod. "So what are you lovely ladies doing today?"

"I don't know. Ems, what are we doing today?

"Probably swimming and just hanging out. Maybe staying in here a bit." I give her a wink for Cook's sake.

"Sounds good," she replies with an easy smile.

We continue to eat our breakfast until we all feel sick. I think I judged Cook and Freddie too soon, they're actually nice guys.