A/N: And now for something completely different...

Ok, so I stole that line from Monty Python, and it's a complete and utter LIE...lol

This chapter is pretty much pure smut, so, here's your Cigarette Warning™ And y'know, get your cigarettes/spliffs stiff drinks/what have you handy. Morgan, I hope the wait was worth it! :-P

On with the show...

(Why does saying that make me feel like I'm peddling a cheap sex show?)

*Roll, up, roll up, ladies and gentle-*

*SHUT UP! AND PUT DOWN THAT FUCKING STRAP ON!*

*hides*

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. It's fucking hot today. Any and all typos are completely accidental.

(Naomi POV)

The pigeons on the windowsill wake me up the next morning. I can tell by the way the sun is hitting the wall that it's late morning. I stretch a little, attempting to wake up, when Emily shifts beside me and wraps her arms around me, snuggling in.

"Mmm…five more minutes…" she mumbles in her sleep, and I can't help giggling. I turn on my side towards her, and gently kiss her forehead.

"Sleepyhead." I whisper softly.

"Mmhmm." she mumbles, before trailing her fingers down my spine. I shiver in her arms, and a sleepy smile crosses her lips.

"Cheeky." I laugh softly. "You're not entirely asleep, are you?"

A grin spreads across Emily's face. "Nuh uh." she mumbles, leaning forwards to kiss me slowly.

"Bloody pigeons." she giggled, once our lips came apart. I can't help myself, I giggle with her, that throaty giggle of hers is sort of infectious.

"Lie in?" I ask, once our mirth has died down a little.

"What better way to spend a Sunday?" Emily replies, yawning and stretching out beside me. Jesus, I know it's something simple, but it's so cute when she does that. But then, she looks extremely attractive in the morning sunlight. The duvet is slightly off one of her shoulders, and the sunlight catches her smooth skin. I reach up and trace around the patch of light with my fingertips, before leaving a soft kiss in the middle. She smiles at me as I rest my chin on her shoulder.

"I can think of one better way…" I grin, sliding my palm across her naked stomach.

"Oh yeah?"

I look into her dark brown eyes. I can see the cheekiness hiding behind them. Right. Time to sort that, I think. I crash my lips onto hers and kiss her passionately, muffling whatever protest was coming, although, if the way she slipped her arms around me was any indication, it wasn't much of one.

I shift and turn over, sitting astride her hips. Her hands are running up my stomach, and my own reach them quickly, pinning them above her head. I lean down and meet her lips with mine, sliding my tongue between them to find hers, as she playfully attempts to move under me. A wicked giggle leaves my throat as I kiss down hers. "Not…so…fast…" I whisper, before licking down her neck and kissing the sensitive spot where shoulder meets neck. A throaty moan leaves her lips as I slowly start to suck on that point that I know drives me crazy when she does. Her back arches under me and her fingers curl around mine, as she gasps for breath, my lips sucking harder.

"Oh god... Naoms…" she groans, as I unlatch my lips from her skin.

"Now you know…" I whisper in her ear. I sit up and release one of my hands from hers, keeping her wrists pinned above her.

"I'm stronger than I look, you know…" she grins at me.

"I know. You don't want to move, though…" I give her a sly grin back, and then lean forwards and playfully lick across her jaw to her ear, "trust me on this." I half whisper in her ear, feeling her shiver under me.

I run my hand over her eyes. "Close," I say, quietly. "as gorgeous as they are, you need to close them." I run my hand down her neck, my fingertips tracing circles again, until moving down to her breasts. I'm not that good a judge, having really only looked at my own up close, but she really has perfect breasts. I roll one nipple in between my fingers, hearing her breath catch in her throat. I move to the other and do the same. She bites her bottom lip and I grin, leaning forwards to take her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the hardened flesh, eliciting a long moan from her.

"I'm gonna move your hands…but don't you move them, ok?" I say, quietly. She nods, and I move her hands to rest on my thighs, her eyes still shut. Slowly I drag my fingertips up her arms, moving back to her nipples, rolling them both between my fingers this time. Her back arches under me again, and I hear a sharp intake of breath as her hands squeeze my thighs. And the reaction of her pleasure is such a turn on, I can feel my own arousal lurking.

I trail my fingertips over the soft skin of her stomach, feeling every inch of her as her breathing becomes more shallow. I lean down and kiss her, pouring every ounce of passion into the way our lips meld with each other. I slide my hand slowly down her stomach as we kiss, losing ourselves in the contact. Her lips only part from mine when my fingertips slip down her wet clit.

"Ahhh... Jesus!" she groans, as I slowly start rubbing her in circles. I kiss her again, gently biting her bottom lip between my teeth as I play with her. Her hands are squeezing my thighs every now and then, and her hips are straining towards me.

I kiss to her ear and then begin to whisper. "I love you. I love you when you wake up next to me. When you kiss me. When you talk to me. When you comfort me. I love what you do to me…" I mumble, slipping my fingers inside her, feeling her reaction under me, "I love how crazy you make me feel, I love that you love me, I love it when you touch me, kiss me, make love to me…"

I slip my fingers deeper inside her, beginning a rhythm as my thumb pushes against her clit. "Please…" she groans, as her fingers grip into my skin.

I lean down and continue whispering, "I love you when you're cheeky, I love you when you teach me things, and I love it when you take charge of me this way…"

My fingers keep moving inside her as I speak low, and I know she is close. "Baby…open your eyes." I whisper. She does, and she takes a second to focus, but when she does, I've caught her glazed over expression, one of love, lust, and almost total surrender.

"I love you, to heaven and fucking back again, Emily Fitch, you are everything to me… and more." I say, staring deep into her eyes, watching her own grow wide.

I lean my head down and suck hard into her neck, feeling her under me as her back arches and a loud moan leaves her lips. I stroke my fingers faster inside her and can feel her tightening around them. My thumb is a blur on her clit and her body tenses under me, her nails biting slightly into my skin as she gasps and grips me harder.

"Ohhhfuck… Naomi!" she cries as her orgasm rips through her like wildfire. I watch her, her eyes half open, head thrown back, clearly enjoying the sensation. Her eyes then open fully as she starts to catch her breath and I'm lost in that gorgeous shade of brown as she attempts to refocus on the world I gave her a blissful escape from.

I kiss her deeply, playing with her tongue as I lean my head against hers.

"Good morning." I smile, sliding off her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

She kisses my forehead and pulls me close. "Ohhhh I love lying in with you quite a bit." she says, her voice calm in its satisfied huskiness, as she smiles.

I giggle. "Thought you might." I reply, squeezing her close to me. "What time is it?"

"You're asking me when my brain's all calming itself out?" she laughs.

I laugh with her and reach for my phone. "Oh, it's a little after eleven."

"Oh. Well, in that case…" she grins, before sliding under the duvet and crawling down towards my feet.

"Ems, what are you… oh. OH!" I gasp, as she kisses down my stomach and I hear her giggling, muffled by the duvet, and then I'm lost, just like she was not a few minutes before.

A/N#2: Right, not much else to say after that, so I'll let you...erm... Smoke...or whatever.

Until next time...

~GN~ xo