A/N: Either my mind is seriously over active, or it's just simply deprived. And depraved? No...just deprived.

Erm...not sure about this chapter... The first part of it is an idea I've had for this story for a long while, and the second half is more than explicit, so Cigarette Warnings™ apply, use them wisely. Not much else to say, really.

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. The stupid shit people do makes me laugh. And it's nice to know I'm more mature than some. Any and all typos were so turned on they snuck in to join the party!

(Emily POV)

(One month later - Friday)

I'm sitting in the back of a courtroom. I'm here, because I called Naomi's office, wanting to speak to her, and Suki, the lovely secretary there, told me that she was in court today. Naomi had told me at one stage, which court she usually defended cases in, so I turned up, partly on a whim, and snuck into the back while she was giving a closing statement to a jury.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, in closing, I ask that you consider the facts, as presented in this case, that my client was indeed nowhere in the vicinity on the night in question, and indeed has an alibi for his whereabouts at the time of the incident. I ask that you make your deliberations fairly, and unbiased, as directed by this court." She turned to the judge. "Your honour, the defence rests." She said, as she turned and walked back to her chair behind the defence table.

"Very well." Said the judge. "The jury will now retire to deliberate." He banged his gavel on its little wooden stand, and the people sitting in the gallery began to stand and make their way out of the courtroom. I watched, as Naomi shook hands with the prosecution, and then her client, whispering something in his ear, before he was led out by the bailiff. I pulled my phone out of my blazer pocket and thumbed out a text.

"You're looking very sexy today, beautiful. xEx"

I stood behind one of the pillars in the back of the room, and watched as she read the message, and smiled. The room was now nearly empty, and she looked around, even though I stayed out of sight. She waited until the room was cleared of people except for me and her. "How long have you been here?" She asked.

"Enough to see you in action, beautiful." I said, as I walked out from behind the pillar. "I have to say, I like what I see."

She turned to face me, as she finished packing her paperwork into her satchel. "You do?"

"Oh, yes." I replied, with a smile. Her eyes met mine, nervous and uncertain. I knew it was because I was oozing my usual charm, and that she was unsure of herself, and what I would do. "Have you some time? Or do you have to be back at the office straight away?"

"Actually, I have nothing scheduled for the rest of the day, and don't have to be back at the office for another hour, so I'm all yours."

"Excellent. Coffee? I know a little place that's out of the way..."

"Sure. I just need to sign out of here, and then we can go. Can I meet you downstairs?"

"The lobby?"

"Yes. I shouldn't be too long."

I nodded, and then turned to make my way to the lobby. Strangely enough, there were more people waiting for the lift than there was space in it, and Naomi ended up being quicker than expected. She walked into the lift at the same time I did, with one other person, who got out at the mezzanine level, leaving us alone as the lift doors slid closed. I placed my hand on her shoulder, turned her towards me, pulled her close and kissed her passionately, tasting her whimper on my lips as her hand reached up to grip my shoulder. I was careful to let her go, right before the lift bell sounded our arrival at the lobby. The doors slid open and the two of us walked out into the spacious lobby, and then out past the metal detectors and into the street beyond the doors.

We had been walking for about twenty minutes, when we finally reached our destination. I turned to Naomi. "Latté?" I asked.

"Erm...double espresso."

I nodded. "Take a seat in the booth in the corner. I won't be long."

I went to the counter and was greeted by a cheery fellow who looked to be in his mid-40's. "Afternoon...What can I get you?"

"Double espresso and a regular macchiato, thanks."

"Any sugar?"

"You have sugar on the tables?" I asked.

"Of course!" He smiled.

"Then, no thanks." I replied, politely.

"Done. That'll be £4.50."

I handed over a fiver, and he gave me my change. "Take a seat, I'll bring it over when it's ready."

"Thanks."

I made my way to the booth that Naomi was sitting in, and sat down opposite regarded me with curious blue eyes. "Spying on me at work, now?" She smirked.

I gave her a gentle smile. "Hardly. I wanted to see you in action, as it were. I had a reason, if you will allow me the liberty of explaining."

Naomi nodded. "Please do."

The coffee shop owner brought over our coffees, as well as two cookies on a white plate. "Compliments of the house, love." He said, with a smile, before leaving us in peace.

Naomi picked up a sugar packet and opened it, stirring the contents into her coffee.

"I thought you were trying to cut down?" I said.

Naomi laughed. "High stress day, Emily. Allow me a little luxury."

"Ah, noted. You were awesome back there, though."

"Mmm, and how long had you been watching?"

"Not long, admittedly. I only came in ten minutes before you...rested your case." I smirked. "But I saw all I needed to. Quite professional in a courtroom, I must say."

Naomi frowned. "I'd be more impressed with myself if who I was defending was actually innocent."

"Oh?" I asked.

She nodded. "I can't divulge details, of course, but...let's just say his alibi doesn't hold up."

"I'm sorry." I said, reaching across the table and placing my hand on hers.

She gave me a smile. "Thanks, though it's not necessary. I've defended my fair share of the guilty, so far. Unfortunately not everyone that hires my firm is a saint."

"The good with the bad?"

"And the ugly, yes." She conceded. "Goes with the territory, I'm afraid." She added, sipping her espresso. "Oh, that's good."

I sipped from my macchiato and put the cup back on the table. "How good are you with corporate law?"

"Uh... Not particularly my specialty, but I've had a few cases, none to do with marketing specifically, though, why?"

I sighed. "I have a problem. My legal department quit this morning."

"An entire department?" She asked, looking surprised.

"Well, department of one, really. It's a two position department which has had one position vacant for a while, and my HR guy has been looking for a new person for a while, but none of the applicants have suited." I explained. "Jones quit this morning, said something about needing to spend time with his wife, and moving to Cornwall, or some bollocks like that."

"Oh, right." Naomi replied. "Well... If you need a good lawyer, I can recommend several good firms that can probably assist, and-"

"How much do you make, at Dewey?" I asked, gently cutting her off. "Roughly. Do you get a salary, or are you on retainer?"

"Erm... Depends on what I'm doing. If I'm consulting with a client, it's £150 an hour, because I'm still only a junior. If I'm in court, it's the same. If I'm in the office just doing background research on a case, it's much less than that... About £35 an hour."

"And that's not counting all your after hours legal reading?" I asked.

"No." She replied. "That I do on my own time. Unpaid."

"Wow, that's a lot on your own time, Naoms."

She shrugged. "I'm trying to prove my worth to the firm, Ems. It's a hard slog, no doubt about it." She said, sipping some more of her coffee and reaching for one of the cookies. "But, I'm curious. Why do you ask?"

"If someone offered you a better deal... Say... A decent base rate just for coming into the office, and say...triple that per hour for a day in court... And extra for any time spend researching out of hours...would you take it?"

"You're offering me a job?" She asked, her brow furrowed.

"Essentially, yes. You'd get your own office, friendly bunch of people to work with, that sort of thing." I said. "I'm just in a pickle, and you're the only lawyer I know."

"What sort of pickle?" Naomi asked, her eyebrow raising.

I sighed. "We're being sued. We did a job for a client, they lost a truckload of sales, and the client wasn't terribly happy about it. Except for being lawsuit happy, that is."

"Christ, Emily."

"I know." I replied. "The hearing is in six weeks, so whoever we get is going to need to get up to speed on the details fairly fast. I know you're a quick learner, and smart as a whip. And... Now that I've seen you in action..."

"Your immediate thought is to hire me?" She said, almost laughing. "Emily...for the sake of your company, which you tell me is as precious to you as I am, you should hire someone with more experience, at least for this case."

"You don't think you're up to it?"

"Marketing and corporate law is tricky, Ems. You need someone who knows it, and I don't, not really. I know you love me, but I don't feel that you should trust me with this." She explained. "Now, you say they're suing... For a fair amount, I assume?"

I swallowed another mouthful of coffee. "Two hundred thousand quid." I said, quietly.

"Jesus fuck, Ems! Take it from me, if you lose, you'll be up for that, and court costs. That could make a serious dent in your company's bottom line."

"You're mad I asked." I said, fiddling with a sugar packet.

Naomi looked at me, her eyes widening before her expression softening. "No, it's not that... I'm flattered you think I'm good enough for it... But Emily... Babe..." She said, taking my hand in her own. "It's a better offer than where I am, yes. If you really want me, I'll take the job. But I highly recommend you hire someone who has more than half a clue and can give you the representation your company needs."

"You don't trust yourself."

"Emily... I'm barely a year out of university. I might have graduated in the top five percent of my class, but as far as on-the-job experience goes? I spent the first three months out of uni looking, until I got the job at Dewey." She explained. "Besides that, as I said, I'm still proving myself to them. They've invested a lot of time in me."

"What about if I hired you as a consultant on it, then?" I asked. "As well as hiring someone more experienced."

"Can I take some time to think about it?"

"Of course. And if there's anyone you can recommend, I'd be very grateful."

She nodded. "I'll get Suki to call you with a list of names." She said, finishing the last of her coffee. "Thanks for the coffee."

"You're welcome." I nodded.

"Don't you have to be back at the office?"

I shook my head. "I took a half day." I said.

"Ah, luxury of being the boss, eh?" Naomi smirked.

"Something like that." I smiled. "Come out with me tonight?"

"Where will you take me?" She asked, curiosity in her expression.

One corner of my lips turned up in a half smile. "To heaven and back, of course." I replied. I watched as something flashed in her eyes as her pupils widened. I chuckled softly. "Intrigued, beautiful?"

She swallowed and nodded her head. "Always." She said, softly.

I finished my macchiato, and we left the café together. "Is it far to your office?" I asked. "I can get us a cab..."

"No, I don't mind walking... Besides... I can do with a little thinking time, if that's ok?" She asked, looking at me with nervousness.

I stepped closer. "It is ok, Naomi. I know I've sprung a bit on you, so... I'm not offended, yeah?"

"N-no, it's not that, I know, I just..."

I placed my finger on her lips, and stared into her eyes with affection. "Hush." I said, softly. "Don't stress over it, ok? Take as much time as you need. The offer is there, if you want it. No pressure. Understand?"

Her eyes closed briefly, and she nodded.

"I'll come pick you up tonight... Say, at seven?"

She nodded again. "I'll be ready."

"Good." I said, leaning up to kiss her. "Love you, beautiful."

She blushed. "Love you too."

Naomi was sitting next to me in the back of yet another taxi. It had not been long since I had picked her up, and I was still stuc on admiring her attire for the evening, a very simple, but figure hugging black dress, that went as far down as her knees, as well as a dark maroon jacket, her hair tied back loosely. I'd never told her, but I liked it that way, it showed off her slender neck nicely, and I was always a sucker for her neck...pun intended. She looked absolutely stunning, and it was even better, knowing that where we were going, though she was beautiful, not a one person looking on would have a single chance. Because Naomi Campbell was all mine.

"So, where are we off to?" She asked, still prying for clues.

I grinned. "Are you always this impatient, beautiful?" I asked, softly.

"Only when I don't know where I'm going..."

"Ahhh... I see. Well, in that case, let's leave it to mystery, shall we?"

"Hmph." She smirked. "Spoilsport."

I leaned close to her ear and kissed the shell of it softly. "You're cute when you're faux-sulking, beautiful." I whispered, causing her to shiver and inhale sharply. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it tightly.

Not long after, the taxi pulled up outside the address I had specified, and I paid the driver, and the two of us got out of the taxi, Naomi staring at awe in the building.

"This place?" She asked, looking up nervously at the signage.

I took her hand in mine, stroking my thumb along hers. "You will be fine, I promise you." I said, quietly. "I won't let any harm come to you."

She swallowed, visibly. "Uh...ok." She mumbled.

"Hey..." I said, gently kissing her knuckles. "If it's too much for you, you can let me know anytime, ok?"

"O-ok."

I gave her a gentle smile, and walked up to the entrance, where a tall woman stood, dressed in mostly black, in an outfit that left nothing at all to the imagination, with an old fashioned top hat perched on her head.

"Good evening, Miss Emily." She said, nodding at me and giving Naomi a visual once-over. "Have you tickets zis evening, or vill you be paying ze entry fee?" She asked, in a clipped German accent. I reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out two tickets, handing them over. She tagged each of them with a little silver hand held mechanism, handing them back to me, and reached down to release a red velvet rope from its pole. "Ah, wunderbar. Very vell, enjoy ze evening..." She smiled, stepping aside to let us both pass.

Naomi gripped my hand tightly as I led her inside, and I could feel how nervous she was even through her grip. I led her to the small bar in the foyer before the main area and ordered two double vodkas. Once the bartender had poured them, I took both glasses over to a small table in the corner, and motioned for Naomi to sit. She did, and I slid onto the seat next to her, placing the glass in front of her.

"I want you to relax, Naomi. You have nothing to be afraid of here, no one will judge you." I said, leaning close to her ear. "Have a drink, it'll calm your nerves."

She raised the glass and sipped half of the vodka, before setting it down again. "You brought me to a bondage club?" She asked, her voice unsure.

"Are you angry?" I asked.

"No, I... I'm just not sure if..." She said, before pausing and sighing. "I feel a bit... out of place." She said, looking around at the patrons of the club, some of whom were dressed very well, some probably strangely, as far as Naomi was concerned, and some in not very much at all.

"The first time I came here, I felt the same way. Look at it this way, beautiful. These people are just like you and me. They have regular jobs, in regular professions. Lawyers, doctors, executives, hell, even cocktail waitresses and bike messengers." I explained. "They're quite normal, I assure you."

"That German woman at the door... She works a normal job?" Naomi asked, her eyes full of curiosity.

I nodded. "She's a receptionist. She's hardly German, either." I said. "Her name is Sally and she grew up here in London."

"Oh." Naomi laughed nervously. "She pulls off the German quite well."

I smiled. "Mmhmm. Hilda is her alter ego."

"I see. D'you know anyone else here?" She asked.

"A few of the regulars, yes. And... Whatever you hear them say to me, I want you to ignore it, and not take it to heart. They do not know what you mean to me, but you do. Understand?"

Naomi nodded. "Yes, I do. I just... I'm not sure why you brought me here, that's all."

I sipped my drink and nodded, also. "That's fair." I said. "Life is full of experiences, Naomi. I've given you some memorable ones, no doubt... Some that turn you on quite a bit, so I've discovered." I watched as Naomi blushed a bright shade of pink, noticeable even in the subdued lighting of the club. "But I'm interested in what you haven't told me yet... What you would like to experience." I said, looking towards the black and red curtains that separated the front bar from the main area. "Some of it will be confronting and some of it too extreme for you, and that is fine. Some of it isn't for me, either."

"Oh." She said, looking down at her glass. "I guess I should have told you by now..."

I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's ok, beautiful. I'm not mad that you haven't. I know it's been a steep curve for you, and that's ok. I'm just interested in knowing more what your limits are, and I thought this would be a good way to find out."

"And if it gets too much?"

"We can leave... Any time. I promise." I said, raising her hand and kissing the back of it gently.

Naomi picked up her glass and drained its contents, wincing as the vodka slid down her throat. "Alright then..." She said, making to stand.

I pulled her back down and towards me before she could, and kissed her passionately. "I love you, remember that." I said, once my lips had left hers. She nodded, and I stood up, pulling her up gently, and leading her towards the curtains.

(Naomi POV)

The nervousness in my stomach had been somewhat quelled by the vodka, but I still felt a little uneasy about being here. It was overwhelming enough, and we had only just got through the door of the club. Emily had tried to put me at ease with her words, and I kept them in my mind as she parted the curtains and ushered me inside with her gorgeous brown eyes.

I swallowed thickly as I went inside. Black seemed to be the decor around here, but whatever was going on was lit up by bright spotlights for all to see. There were low sofas around, where some people sat, others were just standing while watching. I noticed though, that all the people here were women. Emily took my hand and squeezed it gently and I guess it was to reassure me that she was there to...keep me safe? I wasn't really sure in the end. It had been a very strange day indeed, and it was shaping up to be an even stranger night.

The first thing that caught my eye, was a naked woman with pure skin that looked like porcelain. Her dark brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and another woman was tending to her, wrapping her body in what looked to be a soft rope that was coloured dark red. The rope was intricately wound, as if it was meant to encase her, a cross between a harness and a web. She stood with her arms out to her sides, and I watched as the rope was threaded around her stomach, skilfully and methodically, before it was threaded between her thighs, and then finally tied the girl's hands one by one behind her.

"Shibari." Emily whispered beside me. "Japanese rope bondage."

"Artistic." I murmured.

"Yes. Funnily enough, not always sexual, either."

The woman tying the rope stood aside and waved her hand as if to present the display, and there was a polite smattering of applause as she took a bow.

"Isn't that uncomfortable?" I asked.

"It's not meant to be. If it is, it hasn't been done right." Emily replied.

"Ah...safe, yes?"

Emily nodded, and led me deeper into the room. The next display was something I had only seen before in a picture I found on the internet one night. A large black cross shaped structure, to which a naked girl with black hair, which was plaited down beyond her shoulders was strapped. Her face could not be seen, as her back faced the gathered crowd, and the woman standing beside her, dressed in black leather, swung her hand back, in which she held something that looked similar to a cat 'o nine tails, though much less like the torture device you think of. I swallowed nervously, as the whip came down on the flesh of her arse, my mind immediately cast back to the night Emily had spanked me, at the sound of the whip meeting the supple flesh. It set my insides aflame, and before I knew it, Emily whispered in my ear. "You're making my hand go numb, beautiful." I realised then, that I had her hand in a vice-like grip, which I quickly loosened.

"Sorry." I muttered, my tone distracted.

Emily placed her arm around my waist and pulled me a little closer to her. "It's ok." She said, and I turned to look at her, noting her amused expression. I don't know if it was because she got a kick out of seeing my reaction, or whether she was feeling as turned on as I was, but I quickly decided it didn't matter, as she softly kissed my neck. "It's called a Saint Andrew's Cross...what she is strapped to." She said, keeping her voice low, as the woman in leather swapped implements for a small black paddle that was emblazoned with the word "FUCK", spelled out in little chrome studs.

"A-and the paddle?" I asked, flinching slightly as the implement was brought down expertly on the naked girl's arse, eliciting a groan from her that was one of sheer enjoyment as it met her flesh with an audible thwack.

"Thick leather." Emily whispered.

"How much can she... I mean..." I asked, confused.

Emily smiled. "Everyone's different, beautiful. Some can stand more than others... And some can take it until they come just from being spanked."

I inhaled sharply, feeling myself grow a little wetter between the legs as my stomach fluttered. "Jesus." I whispered, my mouth dry.

She chuckled softly beside me. "Something else?"

I nodded slowly, unable to take my eyes off the spectacle in front of me, until Emily led me further to the side, to another scene. This one was almost familiar to me. A blindfolded woman, laying on her back on a short leather covered bench, with her legs hanging over the side, cuffed to the legs by similar leather cuffs to the ones Emily had used on many an occasion to cuff me to her bed. Her wrists were also cuffed to the top of the table at her sides, while another woman was between her legs fucking her with a strap-on. The only other difference, was that one of her hands lay flat on the other woman's stomach as she moaned under her, and was holding a small chain. The chain reached up to the prone woman's breasts and attached to her nipples with two clamps. Every now and again, she would tug on the chain gently, and the woman under her would arch her back and cry out just a little more.

"Doesn't...um... Doesn't that hurt?" I asked Emily, keeping my voice low. The woman on the table then began to cry out as if in the grip of a pleasurable orgasm.

"I doubt it." Emily smirked. "I think she's enjoying it, don't you?"

I nodded, feeling stupid for even asking the question. "It's a fine line, isn't it?"

"Between pleasure and pain? Very much so..." Emily said, pulling me a little closer once more. I moved my hand onto her shoulder and kissed the top of her head softly. Unable to stop myself, I pulled her completely into my arms and hugged her to me, feeling myself tremble at the proximity of her. "Are you alright?" She said softly, against my neck.

"Yeah." I whispered. "I just need to hold you for a moment...ok?"

"Of course, beautiful." She replied. In all honesty, I needed to feel safe, and the one place of safety I knew more than anything, was to be in Emily's arms. She held me tightly and left a few soft kisses on my neck, which, truth be told, aroused me a little more, but still felt comforting and nice.

A few moments later, I released her from my arms, and we moved on. To anyone who wasn't initiated, this would have seemed like something between a torture chamber and an obscene pornographic farce, but I was open minded enough not to see it that way, and I could sense that Emily was showing me the beauty in this lifestyle that I had not yet seen, being that I was always a participant and never a spectator. It's obviously hard to spectate when you're the one being blindfolded and fucked, but...really, I digress.

The next act was even more intriguing, and was something that Emily and I had done very early on, but again, with another difference. A woman sat naked with her legs spread on a large wooden stool, her arms held above her head, attached to a bar by way of leather cuffs attached to thin chains, and a gag tied around her mouth. Another woman lay under her, her head between her legs, hand resting on her thighs to hold her still as she quite visibly licked between the woman's wet folds. It was both a good and bad thing I was wearing knickers. Good, because my wetness would have been in a puddle at my feet if I wasn't, and bad, because I was so turned on by all this that they were now uncomfortably damp and clinging to me. It didn't help either, that Emily's fingertips were lightly brushing my spine. Even though I was clothed, it still sent a shiver up my spine, along with the muffled moans of pleasure from the woman on the stool who would have been begging for more, if not for the gag between her lips.

Was it possible to have an orgasm without even being touched?

I turned to Emily, who took in my expression, her lips curving upward slightly. She leaned up and kissed up my throat before reaching my ear. "Enough, beautiful?" She asked, in a breathy whisper. She pulled back to look at me with hooded eyes, as I nodded, biting my bottom lip without thinking. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she pulled my head down, claiming my lips in a passionate, possessive kiss. Her thigh slid between mine, and her lips attached themselves to the spot on my neck that Emily knew turned me into mush. I groaned softly, my fingers gripping her shoulders as her thigh pushed against my already soaking centre.

"Please, Emily..." I murmured, desperation in my voice. "Take me home?"

I gasped as Emily sucked harder as my neck before breaking free, her hand finding mine and gripping it tightly, leading the way as she pulled me through the crowd. Everything was a blur as she led me outside, I barely even registered Sally/Hilda bidding us goodnight, nor Emily flagging down the nearest taxi. As to the ride to Emily's, it barely registered either. All that did, was my hand in hers, and the fact that I was trembling terribly from having so much displayed at me, my head was spinning. Emily snuck her hand up between my legs, and placed it right over my knickers, causing mine to immediately follow it and keep it still. She squeezed me, and I swallowed, looking at her and shaking my head. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, the movement of her lips following mine, and her hand lightly pushing against me. "Not here." I murmured, as our lips separated. "You can have your way with me when we get in, I swear...just not now..." I said, looking towards the very male driver in the front seat, who wasn't paying a shred of attention.

"You know I will." She replied, her voice low, and so husky it sent a shiver up my spine.

The ride wasn't that much longer, thank Christ. The second we got inside Emily's door, she pushed me against it and kissed me eagerly, pushing my jacket off my shoulders and letting it slip to the floor. Her hands palmed my tits and her thigh once again pushed between my own and ground against my centre. I moaned then, and Emily's lips parted from mine. "Follow." She said, as she began to walk to her bedroom, taking her jacket and shirt off as we went. She slipped out of her skirt and then her underwear as I watched her sit on the end of the bed. "Strip." She said, that tone that melted my insides in her voice. "To your knickers."

My hand fumbled with the zip on my dress, but I managed it, Christ knows how. I slid out of it, and let it fall to the floor, also taking off my bra and pulling out the hair tie, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. Emily got off the bed and slid down to her hands and knees, slowly crawling towards me, not taking her eyes off mine until she knelt at my feet. She wrapped her arms around my knees, and broke her eye contact, laying her forehead on my stomach and inhaling deeply. "Oh my god..." She whispered. "So intoxicating... "

She reached up and took the waistband of my knickers between her fingers, as well as her teeth, pulling them down to my knees and then allowing them to fall to my feet. She moved me around and pushed me backwards until I sat on the edge of the bed, her mouth moving down my stomach until her tongue slid between my folds, seeking out my clit. I moaned when she had found it, already so turned on it was a wonder I didn't come on the spot. How I didn't, I have no idea, and didn't have time to think on it, as Emily began a very relentless, very oral assault on my senses, licking, kissing, nibbling and sucking over and around my clit, and slipping her tongue inside me until I was threading my fingers through her hair and drawing her closer with each gasping moan that fell from my lips.

My hips rocked towards her, and it wasn't long after she wrapped her lips around my swollen button that I gripped her hair between my fingers, my body stiffening as I started to come under her attention. "Fuck!" I cried, as the orgasm ripped through my body with a pleasurable bliss that I'd been needing to feel all night. I gasped for air as her tongue did not cease its movements, my body arching up as she slid her fingers inside me, and she began to thrust them deep into me. The relentless assault continued, her fingers probing into me with no delusion about their intent, bumping repeatedly against my sweet spot, building me up again as my legs slung themselves over her shoulders. "Emily...oh Jesus..." I moaned, again in desperation as the pleasure rose again. I tilted my head back and moaned loudly, her fingers curling inside me and her tongue rapidly flicking against my clit, urging me closer. My free hand gripped at the edge of the bed, and I'm sure if I could have seen my knuckles they would have been as white as a ghost, my body tensing up again as I heard nothing, saw nothing but stars and silently screamed as my body stiffened once more, then, a primal moan slipped from my throat as a second orgasm tore through me, leaving me completely and utterly gutted and panting for breath.

I fell back against the mattress and groaned as Emily slid her fingers out, leaving me empty. She left a single kiss on each of my thighs and then trailed more kisses up my stomach, pausing to gently flick her skilful tongue over each of my nipples before she settled in beside me, her arm slipping around my naked waist, cuddling close to me. Several soft, lazy kisses were placed on my neck as my breathing began to settle, accentuated by a long, satisfied sigh that made me shudder. "God..." I croaked.

"Shhhh..." Emily said, softly, kissing me slowly and allowing me to taste myself on her lips. "Rest now, talk later, beautiful."

I gave her a lazy smile and turned to wrap my arms around her, pulling her body much closer to mine. It always amazed me how we fitted together perfectly, as though made for each other, and tonight was no different. I had been surprised when Emily had taken me to the club, even a little shocked. But at least I knew it was for my benefit, too... and not just hers.

And oh, the benefit...

A/N#2: Still breathing? *evil grin*

*snicker*

I know, I'm a bad girl. ;-)
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