Well colour me amazed! This fic is 21 chapters old. It's legally allowed to drink in the US now. Too bad nobody told the characters that earlier though. Ahh… the sweet release of Sex, Drugs and Rock&Roll! Again I should put a warning on this chapter, maybe not as strong as the previous. The effects are wearing off after all, but the girls are still high on something new...

So, where were we? Ah yes: Morning after implied Keffyness, a force unto itself…

This goes out to Frey. One of the reasons I started writing this; you changed my life without meaning to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I don't own a Beta-reader either. I'm just poor lowly me but I love you all for still following regardless. I'm richer for it.

Anyway, enjoy Kiddies.

The mouldings on the studio ceiling had stopped quivering by the time the dormant redhead stirred in my arms. I'd been determined not to wake her. There was something to be said for falling asleep in her arms. And yet I seemed to keep waking up wrapped protectively around her. I wasn't complaining; there were much worse ways to wake up.

The tiny ball of sleep stretched and twisted around to face me.

"Mmmm... Hungry" she mumbled.

I smiled at her as her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Hungry?"

"Hungry." she nodded.

I started to push the duvet off us but Emily latched onto me and held me in place.

"No rush. Can we just stay like this... for a bit? Besides, we don't want to wake the Red Queen."

I laughed at my adorably contrary little morning creature. Wrapping the duvet back around my shoulders, I shifted myself above her. "Yeah" I kissed her forehead, "for" pecked her nose "a" bit her bottom lip "bit." As I looked down at Emily, a lazy Sunday morning was cracking through the small window and lighting up her true colours. It was more striking than any of the subliminal colours my mind had projected onto her the night before.

Two small hands crept their way around my back and under the waistband of my trousers, squeezing softly. "There also happens to be a hot blonde around and I'm trying to get into her pants." she arched an eyebrow suggestively.

"You're insatiable!" I countered.

All of a sudden she looked worried "Sorry, too much? I don't want to pressure you Naoms."

Seriously? Jesus, could she get any more endearing?

"You're not." I beamed "I already put the 'yes' in 'yesterday' Em." I worked my way around her jaw to her earlobe and gave it a gentle and hopefully reassuring tug. "I'm not going to bolt."

I felt her relax in my grip and her hands resumed their movement. "In that case, I guess it wouldn't be too forward if I asked you to... take these off?" She hooked her thumbs into my pants and flicked the elastic playfully.

"Minx!" I chuckled.

I was naked an instant later. Unfettered, I let the tip of my tongue run the length of her parted lips before kissing her properly for the first time that day. When I finished kissing her, all I wanted to do was start all over again. So I did. I pecked the corner of her mouth and the cheeky beauty spot that I had never really needed to tell her apart from Katie. Emily's hands roamed over my arse and raked up my back. It was the greatest fucking feeling in the world.

My hand found its way to her pussy by sheer muscle memory. Dipping my fingers between her legs, I was almost shocked to find a small amount of wetness already there. I slid my fingers easily over her clit and she responded immediately. Knuckles clenched around my shoulder blades. Her eyes bore deeper into mine. The intensity of her stare was such that I found it hard to tear myself away. But I did; I had a mission this morning. I was heading South, and I was determined.

Not to be deterred I shifted my weight between her legs. My mouth made its way eagerly, almost too hastily, down her stomach. My free hand anchored on her right tit. I kneaded it softly, feeling the warmth of her waking body through the flesh and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Emily's hands went back over her head and gripped the frame of the daybed. I flushed all over when I saw that; I loved everything about that response.

In the morning light I could see fragments of her body more clearly up close. I ran my tongue along a thin, shallow scar on her stomach. I followed its line into her belly button, she shuddered under me.

I changed tack then and decided to tease her a little longer, playing my newfound advantage. Every second of it was exquisite. I worked my fingers more confidently since the night before, flicking against her clit and gathering more and more wetness as I dragged them up the length of her.

This was Emily, gorgeous Emily; still there in the sober light of day and she wanted me. She still wanted me; not just the release of sex, but me. She'd been wet for me even before I'd touched her. That realisation made me throw a leg over hers and buck my own hips against her. I'd never been so forward; it had always seemed against my very nature. My stubborn streak was almost surprised that it didn't kill me. But I needed some fucking release too. It was the very prospect of not getting that release that threatened to undo me instead. So I had had no choice.

Dragging my hand from her tit to lay it flat on her stomach and replace my mouth, I moved down to stare at her cunt. It wasn't an angle I was used to, that was the least you could say. Except by this time I craved her so badly I simply couldn't contain my desire to taste her.

I shifted my hand and spread her open with two fingers and flicked the flat of my tongue roughly over her clit. She bucked so violently off the bed that I lost my grip on her lips. Holding her more firmly in place with my hand on her stomach, I licked again; slower this time. She pushed herself down further towards my face. "Oh god Naoms..." she squirmed.

The more time I spend down there, the more I started to pick up new subtler notes to her musk. The next flick of my tongue tasted salt, then artisan honey, the following a hint of bees' wax. I tried to place the next note... Fucking royal jelly! I let myself get lost in the delectable game of exploration I had discovered.

I was rudely interrupted by a harsh knock on the door. Panic set in almost instantly at the prospect of it opening on us in flagrante. Shit! Did I lock it behind me when I got the water? It's one thing to come around to people knowing... quite another to be caught in the middle of the very throes of Sapphic rapture.

Mercifully the door didn't open. Emily cleared her throat, aiming for detached and casual. "Coming!" she called out brightly.

"Got no doubt about that, Red!" came Cook's voice from the other side of the door. "Anyway, breakfast will be served soon if you ladies are still hungry after eating each other out." he announced, followed by a peel of retreating sniggers.

Emily rolled her eyes and threw her arm over her face as I collapsed giggling with relief on top of her.

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When we emerged from the studio into the main room, the three of them were lined up at the kitchen bench. Effy, in all her taciturn splendour, sat with her elbows on the table reading the paper and drinking her usual breakfast of black coffee. She didn't look up. Katie was still wearing a blue gel sleep-mask which no doubt reduced her peripheral vision enough for her not to even notice us come in. I was more surprised to see Cook wearing a pair of bright red headphones and bopping his head up and down to tunes loud enough that the bass was audible although not recognisable. The trio was the very image of the three wise monkeys of Easton.

When Cook saw us however, he sprung up and shed the headphones. He rounded the counter and placed them on the table, pointing at them with a grin. "Don't worry, I ain't heard muffin' ladies." He wriggled his eyebrows at us immediately afterwards though, leaving me with no doubt that his sordid mind hadn't needed the audio to run him a full play by play.

Emily took my hand confidently and led me to the counter. She picked up the coffee pot and poured two generous cups, placing one in front of each of us before sitting down between Katie and me. She nudged her sister gently and Katie peeled off her eye mask to look at us. She looked very tired but she managed a wry smile. Cook rounded the counter and leapt into life at the stovetop.

"What are we having girls? I am the Eggman this morning. He beat his chest for effect then crowed "Cook'coo-catchoo!" He winked at Katie but she didn't acknowledge the joke.

My brain went off on its own tangent. Boy you've been a naughty girl you let your knickers down...I flushed slightly and looked down into my coffee. Emily's hand squeezed slightly at my knee.

Cook's morning energy and attempts to cheer up his company were laudable. But they were falling on deaf ears. Still, not to be discouraged, he cracked a few eggs into a bowl and placed a pan on the heat with a gormless smile.

The girls exchanged silent looks at the counter while Cook fussed around the stove. Before we knew it there was a gigantic omelette being carved up before us and dished out. His job well done, Cook sat back down between his girlfriend and Effy.

"Cook! What do you think you're doing babes?" protested Katie.

I looked across to see the boy had reached for two cans of beer from the communal ice bucket of the night before and was now opening the second one. He chugged keenly at it, draining it and picking up the other before addressing Katie with a mouthful of omelette.

"What? It's past midday." He grinned, remembering to chew after a moment. "Besides, hair of the dog innit!"

Katie huffed but she didn't seem to have the energy to fight him on it. She poked at her omelette absently with her fork. A few stray pieces made it to her mouth. We ate in silence. Emily demolished her serving in record time considering the fact that she had willingly single-handed herself. Her left hand rested comfortably on my thigh the entire time.

Cook scoffed his own helping down as well before setting down his fork. He gathered the plates when it looked like everybody was done. As he lowered the dishes into the sink he broke the silence.

"So how was your night my ladies?" he asked innocently.

Effy hummed without looking up. Katie only mumbled something along the lines of Not bad. Emily and I nodded in unison.

"Oh come on now," said Cook "I know Ernie and Bert here had a good time at least!" He cocked his head in Ems' and my direction.

"Fuck off Cook, it's too early in the morning for your clumsy innuendos!" I allowed myself to think out loud.

Again he didn't seem fazed "It's afternoon babes. Nah come on... any chance of a replay for the spank bank?"

"Survey says: Not fucking likely Cookie Monster." Em interjected.

I simply flipped him the finger and kissed it suggestively for good measure. That ought to do him.

Cook didn't miss a beat. "Now now Blondie... who knows where that finger's been lately..."

I looked over at Katie who was just sitting there deadpan. Her lack of a reaction to her boyfriend's crassness was eerie. From the little I knew her, it was already obvious was that submissive Katie was not a common creature. It was like the fight had been knocked out of her. I eyed Cook more seriously. "Joke's getting old mate, don't you think?"

He went to reply "Nah, never too old! Not when it comes to m-" he froze in his tracks as Effy levelled him a glare that seemed to take an instant physical hold on his nether regions. He tensed, opened and shut his mouth a few times but no further words came out. In the end he smiled and nodded at Katie's new silent knight.

"Fair play." He shrugged, spun around and returned to clearing the kitchen.

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An hour later I was showered, refreshed and kitted out in the least daggy laundry-day clothes I could source from my car. I sat at the coffee table with Eff while Emily took her turn in the bathroom. Katie had left us to our own affairs for a while. Cook had taken over residence in Katie's room to sleep off his breakfast.

While I was getting changed in the studio I had heard only snippets of the twins' bickering. It seemed Katie Feisty Fitch was on the mend as Emily let her test out her claws again.

"Give me a break Katie, I've been fucking busy, yeah!" wafted through the door.

"You mean busy fucking!" had come the biting response.

More indistinct squabbling and reasoning followed.

"Uhm... Think I wanted my slimy, cunting ex there? I don't think so. He wasn't fucking invited, was he?" stropped Katie, louder than before. "So I told him he could pretty much fuck off now. End of story Ems, ok?"

There was a pause, then Emily's voice flittered through, much quieter.

"Ok" she had said simply.

Another pause, then the sound of rustling clothing before Katie's lisp sounded muffled by something. "Right, well I need to pick up some stuff from the office." I heard heeled footsteps pass the studio door towards front entrance. "Some of us have companies to run." And the door had shut behind her.

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Effy wasn't forthcoming with any further information as to when had happened the night before, preferring instead to simply shake her head or shrug off my questions. I gave up asking pretty quickly. We sat in silence again finishing our third coffees of the day. Like clockwork, the moment Effy got up and purposefully walked her empty cup to the sink, her phone rang on the counter. She picked it up swiftly on her way through.

"Uhuh... yup..." she nodded pointlessly at her invisible interlocutor "no... uhuh... ok." She hung up and smiled as she turned to face me.

"Freddie." she announced. I tossed her purse over. We were used to these exits. No words needed when our friendship was this well rehearsed.

And then there were three.

With Cook still having his kip in his girlfriend's room, I paced around the apartment with a wandering eye. I ran my hand over the ornate back frame of the divan and glanced at the walls. Trendy lithographies, prints and the odd framed catalogue cover were hung at different heights. A magenta silk wall hanging took pride of place between two large windows. I peaked at the street below, it seemed quiet, even for a Sunday afternoon. A print of Audrey Hepburn hung near the bathroom door. On the other side was a framed article from Suit Yourself magazine, discretely captioned at the bottom: Designer – Katie Fitch Fashion.

I passed the bathroom door; the shower was still running within. Beyond it, as I neared the main bedroom door, there was a long frame containing three glossy black and white photos.

The first was a full family picture, taken some years back, the twins looked about 12. A man with broad shoulders and an even broader grin beamed warmly at the camera while the slender woman by his side looked incredibly composed and almost cold by comparison. A young James was barely recognisable with his hair parted and scraped neatly back to within an inch of its life. He didn't look happy about it. The twins stood side by side behind their brother. If the formality of the sitting had been dictated by their mother, as I suspected, I was no longer surprised where Katie got her flair for image and appearances.

The second photo was a single shot of James which Katie must have chosen over other more arguably 'successful' ones. The boy was half grinning, half grimacing towards the camera, bearing all his teeth with a crazed look and a glint in his eye. He had obviously run his hand through his hair, messing it up at the end of the shoot and the capture had been taken more candidly by the photographer. Good choice Katie! I thought with a smile.

The third and final photo was a twin shot. Again, I didn't need Emily's beauty-spot to tell the younger twin from her sister despite the fact that they were identically dressed. Their respective eye lines said it all.

I stared at cute little twelve year old Emily until I heard a cough from behind me. I turned to see adult Emily standing outside the bathroom door. Her hair was wet and sticking to her neck, dripping slightly onto her shoulders. Only a modest green towel clung to her small frame. Lucky towel!

"You look gorgeous." I said. It felt like a euphemism for what she was. Emily wasn't a euphemism for anything.

She smiled shyly and ran a hand through her hair. "Clean again at least." She shrugged.

I think it was the family photos that made me do it. "Wanna come to my Birthday party?" I blurted out. What the fuck? I don't even do birthday parties! 'Arbitrary construct that they are,' yes, thank you Gina. I just wanted to earmark another opportunity to get Emily, drinks, music and dancing in the same room again.

Emily giggled. "Sure! When?" She didn't seem worried by my utterly random topic change.

"Next month, November 23rd" I thought on my feet. "I think it's a Saturday."

"I'm there."

When we were out on the landing and Emily slipped Katie's spare key through the defunct letter hole, she tugged on the front of my blouse and pecked me on the lips then looked down with a smile. "You've got Monday buttoned with Tuesday by the way."

And another one bites the dust. Apologies to anyone who got their hopes up at the mention of Keffy in the title. There's more to soul-mates than making monkey and Naomi wasn't privy to whatever happened behind that door.

On a more pragmatic note, I'm working at shorter spaced updates, like my first ten, as I ease myself back into the working year. Perhaps a weekly fix?

As always, while I write mostly for myself, my little Naomily heart is aflutter with your every alert, favorite and review. So this is my gentle nudge in the direction of that little button down the bottom here. Keep'em coming lovelies! And I promise to keep the tap open on the chapters.