Hi, here's part 2 of their date night. Thanks so much for the reviews: Somearelakes, AllICanDoIsBeMe, Lumagoo1015, Ellie Timmers, Clyyd, coolbeans17 and lazyboo. They really are motivational when I manage to get in front of the laptop and type it up. I don't know if its just me but there seems to be a bit more dialogue in this chapter, not too sure what I think of it. Anyow, enjoy!

"You okay Nai?"

Naomi freed herself from her daze and nodded, smiling at Emily who squeezed the blonde's upper thigh. She couldn't stop a curse word from slipping past her lips. Emily's teasing touches were sending her into a frenzy and it was only the start of the evening. They were still in the taxi having hit the rush hour traffic, the grumbling curses from the taxi driver encouraging several eye rolls from Naomi. They eventually reached their destination, Naomi being very grateful to finally be able to get some fresh air into her lungs, enabling her to cool down somewhat. After paying the taxi driver his fare, both women swiftly exited the vehicle and made their way through the doors of one of Bristol's most extravagant restaurants, famed for the quality of it's food and rather expensive prices. From the moment they had stepped into the establishment, they had felt completely out of their depth. Surrounding them were men in suits, presumably there to negotiate business deals with their dutiful wives attached to their sides. The wives which Naomi deemed to be trophies.

The reservation that Naomi had called up to make had apparently not been logged. The manager had insisted that she couldn't possibly have made a reservation for that same night as reservations for the same day were not a possibility due to the popularity of the place. Upon Naomi's insistence, the manager had called over the staff member that the blonde had claimed to have spoken to. The young man, Scott, confirmed that he had in fact taken an order for a Miss Naomi Campbell but had assumed it to be a practical joke due to her namesake. The 'real' Naomi Campbell was apparently holidaying in New York according to the British tabloids.

The manager, upon sensing Naomi's frustration, apologised profusely and after reprimanding Scott, had sent the couple to the bar where they could wait for an available table. It wasn't just the table they had to wait for, the bar was heaving and Naomi was no closer to being served ten agonizing minutes later.

"Fuck sake this is bloody ridiculous," she muttered angrily, tapping her fingers on the counter.

Emily smiled fondly at the blonde's reaction, and reached a hand out placing it on top of Naomi's, stilling her fingers in the process. Her action had the desired effect when the taller woman's expression softened and she visibly relaxed, momentarily forgetting the reason she was annoyed.

"Let me try," Emily offered, pushing Naomi aside so she could stand in her place.

"But you're too small," she blurted out.

Emily turned to her and raised one of her eyebrows. "I've not had much dating experience but I'm pretty sure that insulting your date isn't a good start."

"I didn't mean it like that," Naomi backtracked. "I meant you won't be able to get the bar man's attention. He's too busy serving these stuck up wankers."

Naomi ignored the disgruntled looks that she received from the said wankers and excused herself to the toilet, leaving Emily stood by the bar. When she returned, she didn't immediately spot the vibrant red hair that she had become accustomed to and started to panic, hoping that she hadn't actually offended her date. She whipped her phone out of her bag and punched Emily's number into the dialler, bringing the device up to her ear. The sound of a familiar ringtone sounded out so she took it upon herself to follow the tune, eventually reaching a table where a smug Emily was sat waiting with two drinks.

"How did you manage that?" Naomi asked, flabbergasted.

"What? Don't think short girls can get served?" she smirked. "All it takes is a bit of patience and a friendly smile."

"Very funny," Naomi remarked, taking the seat next to Emily.

"And it also helps when you get talking to one of the 'stuck up wankers'," Emily quoted the air.

It wasn't too long after their first drink when the couple were led to their table. It was slightly out of the way of all of the other tables and had quite obviously been hastily set up. Naomi threw a look of contempt towards the waiter who had the unfortunate luck of escorting them to their table.

When their dinner arrived later than it should have, the regular guests obviously taking priority over the couple, they continued chatting in between eating mouthfuls of food, just simply enjoying each others company. The subject of Bethany's upcoming birthday party arose as well as the current situation between Cook and Effy. Emily brought up the latter issue tentatively, at first gauging Naomi's reaction

"It's a right situation Cook's got himself into isn't it? I feel quite sorry for him actually."

"He cheated Em," Naomi snapped, unable to help herself. The situation between Cook and Effy had taken its toll, not only on the couple, but also on Bethany and Naomi. They were constantly stuck in the middle of them and Cook, being one less body residing in the house, meant less rent. There had been several occasions where Naomi had taken to dipping into her university fund to just make ends meet, her part time job wage not being substantial enough to cover her half of the rent. She had to admit though, despite Effy's resentment towards Cook's recent behaviour, the separated couple had been getting along slightly better as of late.

"He cheated? That's what he told you?" Emily asked, undeterred by Naomi's hostility.

"It's what he did."

Emily sensing a change of subject was in order, merely shrugged her shoulders and told Naomi that she ought to speak to Cook.

Naomi's reply was cut short due to the sudden appearance of the waiter. He started to clear the plates away but not before receiving word of complaint from Naomi as she took the opportunity to vent her frustration about the service they had been given.

"I'm sorry Ems," Naomi sighed, throwing the napkin that she was fiddling with onto the table in frustration.

Emily curiously asked what Naomi was sorry for, the apology having come out of the blue.

"I'm sorry for this," she said holding up her arms and allowing them to fall down to her sides. "The restaurant, this whole date. Just everything."

"You think this was a mistake?" she asked, slightly crestfallen when Naomi nodded. The red head wracked her brains for what she could have said or done that was wrong. Apart from telling the blonde that she planned to move out when her bank balance would allow it, and Naomi's sudden muteness after her plans were revealed, she couldn't think of anything that would cause her to regret the evening. The recent conversation about Cook aside.

"But I thought," Emily paused to swallow. "I thought you wanted this. I knew I'd put you on the spot earlier. I should have just kept my big mouth shut and none of this would have happened."

Naomi looked on as Emily dropped her head down, confused as to what could have warrented such an overreaction. The penny finally dropped when she realised how her words could have been misinterpreted by insecure woman sat opposite her.

"Oh shit, that's not what I meant. I meant coming to this place was a mistake. You're the only thing making our visit here bearable. Look at me Em."

Emily did as requested and slowly lifted her head until her eyes reached the ocean blue ones of Naomi. Naomi tentatively reached a hand out and placed it on the smaller woman's cheek, gently stroking her thumb across the porcelain skin. Emily smiled slightly and leaned into the tender touch.

"This isn't how I wanted our first date to go. I was just so desperate to impress you, to show you that I'm not ashamed of you and I'm not still that same scared teenager that I once was."

"I know you're not. And you don't need to impress me."

"Do you know I actually planned our first date on the plane back from Cyprus?"

"Really? What did you have planned?" Emily questioned.

"Don't laugh okay, but I was going to take you to the Fishpond Tavern."

"As in Keith's pub?"

"Hey I told you not to laugh," Naomi pouted which only encouraged Emily's laughter. She waited for Emily's shoulders to stop shaking and for her face to return to it's usual complexion before continuing with her story. "I didn't have much money after my holiday, and mum couldn't really afford much, what with all of the waifs and strays that she let stay over in our house."

Emily nodded in understanding, remembering only too well the time that the guy who looked like Jesus answered the door to her teenage self.

"Anyway, like I said, I was going to take you to Keith's pub so I could prove that I wasn't ashamed of you. We were going to walk in hand in hand and I'd order two drinks. One for me and one for my gorgeous girlfriend. Cook would be acting his usual idiotic self, trying to get me to see his cock, but I would decline him and tell him I was spoken for whilst holding up our joined hands. We'd leave the pub early because I would want to have you all to myself. Plus I'd want to get away from the muff munching comments from Katie," She paused to giggle along with Emily, both knowing that the spiteful comments would have been part of a teenage Katie's reaction. "I would have then showed you my favourite park. The clear sky would have made the night perfect us to star gaze, so we'd lie on our backs simply enjoying each others company. We would have woken up in the morning to the early morning rays which would be shining down on us."

Emily couldn't help but make a remark about Naomi being a romantic at heart. "You sound like you're quoting a Mills and Boon novel," were her exact words. The blonde threw her napkin in Emily's direction, both chuckling as she completely missed her target.

"Shut it you. That's just between you and I yeah? If this gets out, life in the Stonem-Cook, Campbell residence will not be worth living."

"Probably not," Emily agreed. "Why don't we do it?"

"What? Go to the park?"

Emily nodded eagerly.

"I suppose we could yeah," she relented, not wanted to displease her date. She already felt as though she had failed so far, unintentionally insulting Emily about her size and snapping at her when she was enquiring about Cook.

She stood to her feet, halting for a split second as the alcohol caused her head to spin. She walked a few steps away from the table, mumbling about her dizziness, only halting when she realised she was talking to herself. She turned abruptly to witness Emily stood, full of uncertainty which was not only evident in her posture, but her eyes as well.

"Never heard of dine and dash Em?"

"You're not suggesting we do that here?"

"Well like you said, we may as well go to the park and I'm not paying for the crappy service here. Come on," she tried to persuade the stubborn twin who was defiantly standing her ground. "What happened to everything once?"

Emily shook her head and crossed her arms, throwing a glare that was uncannily like the bitchier twin. The red head raised her eyebrows and nodded her head, motioning towards the seat, which she returned to rather huffily. The pair didn't converse, Naomi impatiently tapping her fingers on the wine glass, only stopping when she could see a hint of irritation on Emily's face.

"Right well, I'm just going for a fag," Naomi said, raising her voice on the latter part of her sentence whilst shaking her packet of cigarettes for emphasis. Emily, realising what Naomi's game was, hissed for her to sit down, attempting to grasp Naomi's wrist and failing.

Emily sat down for a further ten minutes, in the hope that Naomi had actually gone out for a smoke and wasn't putting 'Dine and Dash' into action. The text message she received on her phone told her that what she was fearing had happened.

Naomi: Meet me outside now babe, it's fucking freezing. And don't try to pay because I've got your purse :P XX

Emily searched through her bag, gasping when she realised that Naomi wasn't lying and she really had stolen her purse. Emily walked away from her table as non-chalant as she could, praying that the acting skills she had put to use pretending to be Katie as a teenager had paid off. Her nerves grew the closer she got to the exit. Moving at a quicker pace, her confidence surged as she saw the blonde waving for her to cross the street. Prising the door open, Emily ignored the calls of "Miss" that were being directed at her and instead ran towards Naomi who grabbed her hand and pulled her around the corner and out of sight.

She didn't know how long they ran for, or how they managed to run so far and fast in heels, but all Emily could care about was punishing her date for leaving her like that. They stopped, backs bent and hands leaning on their own thighs while they tried to catch their breath.

"I can't…believe you…fucking…did that," Emily panted, pushing her hair away from her eyes.

Naomi merely grinned and made to grab Emily's hand. She pulled it out of Naomi's reach but still, the blonde's grin didn't falter. She shook her head and instructed Emily to follow her and stay close. Emily's reluctance to give Naomi her hand didn't last long. The bushes surrounding them were blowing in the breeze and that along with the darkness of the park added to the eeriness of the place. She caused Naomi to jump in surprise slightly when she grasped her hand tightly, allowing her to lead the way.

They eventually arrived at the play area, evoking confusion in the smaller woman. She observed Naomi in amusement as the she happily skipped straight over to the swings, Emily hot on her heels.

"I have to ask Naoms? Why here? Why did you want to bring me to this park?"

"Why not? It's peaceful and perfect for star gazing," she replied dreamily, swinging back slightly.

Emily mimicked Naomi's position, sitting on the swing next to her and looked up towards the sky.

"Well yeah, it is peaceful but so was the lake. That had meaning to us didn't it? And you could see the stars from there if you remember?"

"Oh I remember seeing stars alright," she winked, earning a playful slap on her arm from Emily. "But this park is special to me. I discovered it when I was 12 and we'd just moved to Bristol. I used to come here whenever the waifs and strays got too much for me. I'd just think about anything and everything but mainly you. And then one day you walked by, tagging along behind Katie. That's when I first spoke to you."

"I remember," Emily smiled fondly as she cast her mind back to the first time she had heard Naomi speak somewhere other than inside the confines of their class room. "Katie was picking on me because of the hair dye I'd bought, saying how stupid I'd look."

"And then I told you it would suit you, and I was right. Katie must have thought so too because she came into class the next day with the same colour hair as you."

"Only because she didn't want us to be different."

"It took me three years to pluck up the courage to actually talk to you. It should have been that simple but honestly, you scared the shit out of me."

"I scared you?"

"The feelings you could evoke in me scared me."

Emily approached the swing that Naomi was perched on and slipped her legs through the gaps on either side of her so that she was straddling the willing blonde. Naomi tightened her grip around handles of the swing as Emily pulled her face towards her so that they could meet in a passionate kiss. Their surroundings around them dissolved until it was just the two of them in their own little world, making out like a couple of teenagers; Emily's hostility towards Naomi's Dine and Dash idea completely forgotten. The red head shivered slightly when Naomi ran the slender fingers of one hand up and down her spine, the cold air hitting her skin. Naomi eventually splayed her palm flat on Emily's back and it was only then that Emily's brain registered how cold it was and she gasped, breaking the heated kiss.

"Christ Naoms, your hands are freezing."

The blonde balanced herself on the swing and placed her other hand under Emily's top. She squealed and pulled the offensive hands into her own, rubbing them frantically in attempt to generate warmth. After the gust of wind nearly blew her off balance, Naomi suggested they head home. They walked hand in hand through the streets of Bristol until the familiar yellow house came into view. The two women breathed a sigh of relief, the cold weather starting to affect them.

"So what happens now?" Emily asked anxiously, as they stood under the shelter of the porch.

"What do you mean?" came the absent-minded reply, Naomi being too preoccupied rummaging through her bag. "A ha, got it!" she exclaimed, successfully holding up her door key. She looked around in confusion when Emily had seemingly disappeared.

"This isn't a usual first date is it?"

"Isn't it?" she asked, crouching down next to Emily where she was sitting on the porch step.

"What I mean is, not many people who go on a first date, live together. So what do we do?"

"I don't know about you, but going to bed sounds like a good option," Naomi smiled, knocking their knees together.

"And sleeping?"

"Yeah that's what…hang on a minute. Are you hoping to get into my knickers Miss Fitch?" she teased despite being armed with the knowledge that Emily was clearly apprehensive about going back to their bedroom.

"No, no I'm not, I mean I didn't want to give the wrong… I'm not ready for that yet," Emily finalised, bracing herself for anger or rejection. She chanced a shy glance at the taller woman, gauging her reaction. Naomi caught Emily's eye and couldn't disguise the snort of laughter that escaped her lips.

"I'm sorry Ems. You just look so lost," she affectionately tucked a piece of hair behind the twin's ear.

"You're not mad?"

"And why would I be mad?" she asked, folding her arms waiting for an explanation.

"I just, I didn't want you to think I was leading you on. You know, like in the park before when we were on the swing."

"Ems, there's more to us than just sex. Our relationship lies much deeper than that. I know you aren't ready. Fuck, I've waited all these years hoping we'd find each other again, so I'm not about to let you go because you want to wait. Have a little faith. You have to trust me okay?"

Emily nodded and stood to her feet, a huge weight having being lifted from her mind.

"Don't be scared to just come up to me and kiss me because you're scared I'll try and take it further. We can just go at your pace," Naomi stated forcefully.

Emily agreed and moved aside to allow Naomi room to place her key in the lock. The door creaked open and Emily leaned in towards Naomi's ear sending shivers straight down her spine.

"Now we've got that sorted, how does another hot make out session sound?" she huskily whispered.

Naomi swallowed and stared into Emily's once brown eyes that had been completely taken over by her dilated pupils. She fiddled with the key in the lock, muttering several curses before she managed to free it from the lock. She released a squeal of surprise as she was pushed through the doorway, both ignoring the door as it slammed and reverberated against the wall. A small cough alerted them to the presence of Effy, arms crossed and a displeased look upon her face.

"It's about fucking time," she growled, causing both blonde and red head to frown in confusion. "I sent you about 50 texts and left heaven knows how many missed calls."

"Well, I'm here now so what's up? Is Beth okay?" Naomi panicked.

"She's fine, its her," she hissed pointing towards the living room. "She's been insufferable ever since she got here."

"Who?"

"Me."

Three heads whipped around to the figure stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip and the other one being used to point an accusing finger. Katie Fitch never failed to reduce anyone, her sister included, to a quivering mess just through her stony glare alone.

"You've got some explaining to do Emily."