A/N: I'm BACK :D Writing a ton of different stories but I know this one is a favorite, hopefully I'll get around to finishing it. Hit me up with some reviews to let me know if you're still interested please :)

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Emily's PoV

I was starving by the time we arrived at our first stop of the evening. I had been fairly busy all day and hadn't the chance to get anything to eat. Naomi would be upset with me if I made a habit of it. But she had no reason to be because when it came to food I used my fast-metabolism to my advantage, frequently enjoying our bonding sessions through good cooking. Holy fuck. I caught a mouth-watering aroma in the air as we entered the upscale restaurant. My beautiful blonde had her arm wrapped around my waist joining us at the hip; I didn't think there would be any doubt we were together. I admired that she had no fear of being so gay in public with me; at least she didn't reveal any such feelings. Instead, she occupied her time showing me adoration and sneaking in acts of affection to a degree that wasn't entirely inappropriate.

A lanky, yet adorably so, guy stood in front of a narrow counter in a white shirt, black bow-tie, and black vest. This place had a strong formal tone, with dim lighting, shiny clean silverware, and modern geometric plates in black and white. "Good evening ladies, welcome to Obsession. Do you have a reservation?"

I don't know why but it just felt good when Naomi spoke for both of us in these settings. The way she took charge and tried to take care of me always assured me she really did care for me. "Under Naomi Campbell, please."

"We actually have several Naomi's. May you please repeat your last name, miss?" He looked up from the small black book he had scanned quickly.

"Campbell. Naomi Campbell."

I squeezed my girlfriend tighter when I saw her roll her eyes. She probably thought he was asking just for a laugh.

"Ah, like the model?"

"Yes, aside from the fact that my naming was irrelevant to her status in the fashion industry." I bit my lip to prevent from laughing, seeing the satisfied smirk on her face. It must have been a newly thought of response for the common question she'd get. Her sarcasm was just one of the many traits that were becoming my guilty pleasures.

"Yes, well, I think you could easily out-do her with your gorgeous eyes and hair and trendy formalwear, so perhaps the fashion industry is not entirely irrelevant to you." He raised his eyebrows and Naomi was looking at me like something crazy just happened. I guess it wasn't too frequently that people complimented her sincerely after she quick-witted them.

I looked to him apologetically, "She says thank you." He returned my smile with a wink and grabbed some menus.

"Right this way Miss Campbell and Miss… Campbell." He said turning back around for a moment after a glance at our clasped hands. I think I felt Naomi's hand tighten around mine and from the corner of my eye I could make out her trying to hide a smile. I would be lying if the waiter's last name mistake had not made my heart skip as well. For a second I imagined Naomi and myself standing by an ocean in white dresses. She sensed my day-dreaming and gave my hand another squeeze to remind me we were going up a flight of stairs and if I did not look where I was going I would be ending our date rather quickly with a bruised face.

We ascended three flights of stairs before he took us through a narrow hallway. I noticed this floor was quite different from all the rest. The lights were more dimmed than by the entrance and each of the tables were secluded from the rest by three walls. They were little private booths set up so that the only open walkway had a view of the lit up city.

Naomi had me scoot in first, trapping myself between the wall and her. There was plenty of the room but I was more than happy with her sitting close enough to feel our arms and legs touching. Under the table she placed her left hand on my right leg just above my knee. I was in heaven.

We watched our waiter while he prepared us for our meal. He set a stylistic menu in front of each of us before lighting tea lights around the vase of flowers. I hadn't noticed before that rose petals had been scattered across the table as well. "The flowers are for you to take home after your meal, if you'd like," he said when I pulled them closer to smell.

Naomi's blue eyes watched me intently for every reaction. This was all a surprise for me. While he lit the candles he briefly gave us a fascinating and comical history version of the buildings in our view. Afterwards he added smugly, "Actually, none of that is true. Really they are just a bunch of buildings some wealthy real estate agent bought and renovated before selling to another rich bastard which was eventually turned it into an apartment complex." He was charming both Naomi and I very well. But whenever I laughed Naomi's hand slid slightly higher up my thigh causing me to stop laughing more abruptly than I intended.

"Mm. I think I like the other version better." Naomi smiled at him; ignoring the shocked glare I was giving her, out of his view.

"Yes, most people do. Would either of you like something to drink? We may or may not have been awarded several years in a row for our fine collection of wines." He said bashfully as though it were his own restaurant. He looked like a college student, too young to have a successful restaurant, nothing against him, just businesses like these don't pop-out of nowhere, and it takes time to become the highest caliber offered on a busy street in a capitol city.

Naomi rattled off some fancy names as politely as anyone being dismissive could. To her credit, I had never heard of any of the wines she ordered. She was not trying to stump him and make him look foolish like she may have done to any other waiter just for my amusement. Maybe it was the way he did noy even flinch at us for being a same-sex couple, in fact, he looked happy to see us… It then clicked in my head that he had a rainbow lanyard bracelet poking through his white sleeve, aw. Call me biased, but I have a soft spot for gay affiliated people, especially the blonde next to me…

The second he left she looked shyly away from me and relaxed her hand that had been on my thigh. "You know he's gay, right?"

I wasn't sure if she felt threatened by the way I found him funny. "Yeah, observant one," she teased, "this restaurant was specifically marked for it's gay-friendly service."

I blushed.

But then she looked at me unsure of herself by frowning slightly, "So do you um, like it?"

"Like it?" I asked shocked she had to ask because, honestly, I loved every fucking detail, every second of this experience with her.

"I mean you know, this place? I asked for the romance package. I mean, I hope it's not too cheesy for you or you know makes you uncomfortable or something or li-" she was rambling so I quickly ended whatever nervous thoughts were going through her mind the best way possible. I had every intention of kissing her after what she had been doing with her hand only minutes ago. One of my hands was cupping her cheek while my other was lightly massaging the leg that was furthest from me. I felt her moan against my lips and remembered we were in public. I stopped kissing her so passionately and we just shared light kisses while holding hands.

We stopped once Naomi realized the waiter had been gone awhile and would probably be coming back soon. I wondered what was taking him so long; maybe they knew that the romantic booths preferred time and privacy… "Fuck me." Naomi whispered so quietly under her breath I barely heard her. I don't think she was telling me to right then, even though her saying it was enough to make me ignore the possibility of intrusion; rather she had expressed the strength of what we were both feeling right now the best way any semi-coherent person could. Trying to calm myself down I began to think about kittens. Don't fucking judge me.

I heard Naomi giggle. "What?" I looked at her.

"What are you smiling about Fitch? You're not even smiling smugly. You've just got this cute innocent smile right now."

"I was thinking about kittens." She snorted with a laugh and I swear I was only endeared even more to her by it.

"You're shitting me."

"I'm going to name one Pepe and one Penelope, like the cartoon I loved as a child, and they'll be black and white kittens so fucking adorable you'll want to cuddle with them all day."

"First off, I've got Einstein, little-white puppy, if you don't remember. I miss the little pesk… and secondly I think I'd much rather cuddle you all day."

"Aw, you've turned into a sap." I joked.

"Only for you babes."

The waiter returned with our wine, pouring it classily taking our glasses and pouring each of them halfway then leaving the bottle on the table. "Have you ladies thought of what to order?"

"What are your specials tonight?" Naomi inquired.

"Tonight we have the finest and freshest filets of tilapia from the bay that I would recommend, however, if you're feeling something a little heavier, perhaps the gnocchi with our specialty award-winning alfredo sauce."

"Babe, can we get both?" I asked.

"Of course, precious. We'll have one of each," Naomi relayed to the waiter.

The next few hours of fine dining were spent either devouring the delicious food or staring admirable at each other between cute expressions of love, future relationship aspirations, and little kisses. When they finished, Naomi made sure to leave a fine tip for their fantastic waiter at the insistence of Emily. Although, Naomi had been so satisfied with the service and experience and felt extra generous because making Emily made her happy, she would have tipped well anyway.

"So Emily, what do you want to do next this evening?"

"What do you want to do, Naoms?" I smiled.

"I dunno, what do you wanna do? Naomi laughed.

"I dunno, what do you wanna do?" I repeated.

"Jesus, you're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" Naomi sighed.

"Nope." I giggled.

"Hmm." Naomi leaned against the wall of the restaurant and pulled out a fag. I leaned against the wall beside her, watching her girlfriend inhale and exhale the smoke.

"You know, I'm feeling a bit tired, maybe we should head back to the hotel." I took Naomi's fag and stubbed it out.

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry it was in the way."

"In the way?"

"Yeah." I stepped in front of Naomi and wrapped her arms around Naomi's neck, who now knew exactly what was about to happen. I kissed my girlfriend's lips for a good while before we both stopped to breathe. "Sorry. I didn't want to wait."

"Mmm...good thing that was worth way more than a fag." Naomi winked.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, or else I would have to sue for theft and destruction of property."

"Mm that's not all I'm interested in taking." I smiled devilishly.

Naomi coughed, "What?" My powers of seduction were overwhelming Naomi's capacity to function.

"You'll see. Why don't you call us a cab?"

"Yes m'am." Naomi pulled out her mobile and dialed Thomas for the quickest route to the hotel.

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