A/N: Hello! ;-)

Little surprise update for you all... I know I've been a little quiet lately, but that's due to several things I won't go into, and I figured I would gift you all with this before my brain goes into its yearly "fuck you" mode and puts me into another funk. Blah. No fun being moi, sometimes.

Sooo... Gifting you all with a Cigarette Warning™, also. If it leaves you quivering at the end of it...well, you were warned, yeah? Lock up your relatives, be in a safe, secluded location, and relax a little. ;-)

(You really do sound like you are peddling porn.)

(SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU! *smacks you with a large dead fish*)

(OW! Fucking bitch...)

ANYway. On with it.

(That's going to leave a mark, you know? ...What the fuck? Now I have to pick scales out of my hair!)

(Oh, sod off...)

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. I just love it to bits. Except Fire, which can get rogered in the arse with a molten hot metal pineapple.. Any and all typos are a lie.

(Emily POV)

If there's one thing I've discovered that is better than being dominant, better than having control over someone, it is to feel Naomi's soft, warm lips kissing over every inch of my skin. Not hurried, nor frantic, just slow, sensuous kisses, not designed to arouse, but just to show her appreciation of me. It's something she would just do, every now and again, close her eyes and feel her way across my skin, touching me...kissing me... Nuzzling against me, as I would watch her, softly stroking my fingers through her hair. Her eyes would meet mine, and she would give me a smile... One that just matched the appreciative way with which she would kiss me.

Sometimes, I couldn't help but get aroused by it, I mean... The skin is a living organ, after all, and a lot of its parts are very sensitive, so when her lips trail and linger over some of the more sensitive parts of my body, it doesn't fail to stir a reaction within me. I know she knows it, but she doesn't mention a word, she just continues to kiss me all over. Eventually, I'll tilt her head so that her eyes meet mine, and her beautiful blue ones will recognise the need in me, and she will trail slow kisses up my body from wherever she is, and meet my lips with hers... and I'll get so lost in kissing her, which is so easy when I'm in that state, that we will end up making love. Slowly, leisurely, and so ridiculously vanilla that it's completely unlike me in every way.

However, it makes a nice change. And I adore making love to Naomi just as much as I do teasing her, pushing her limits and fucking her brains out. I never knew that it could be so beautiful. It's like we deconstruct each other, kiss by kiss, touch by touch, and then build each other back up in the same way. Piece by piece until we feel as whole as two people can be together. It still amazes me every day that I am as crazy as I was for her when I first met her, and that she is as intrigued and captivated by me as she was back then.

"I love you." She whispered, drawing my body closer to hers, accompanied by soft kisses along my neck and then a long, slow kiss to my lips. Her eyes opened as her fingers traced a slow line up and down my arm. "I love this...this time we spend together."

A lazy smile crossed my lips as I nuzzled my nose against hers. "Yeah..." I whispered. "I have missed this intimate time we have together."

"You know wh-"

I placed my finger gently across her lips. "Yes, I do. It was not a complaint, beautiful. Just a mere observation with no intent other than just stating it. Ok?" I said, calmly. She nodded, and I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her and slipping my fingertips up her back. She responded with a shiver that ran through her whole body, and a sharp intake of breath. "I love feeling you shiver against me." I said, a smirk forming at the corner of my mouth. "I always remember how you felt against me, the first night we met."

"How did I feel?" Naomi asked.

I sighed, and murmured softly. "Just like I thought you would feel against me when I first laid eyes on you...only better. I'd never felt a body against mine that felt so completely alive. You didn't know how to dance, but it was like you just melted against me like we were meant to be together. As though you were the perfect fit." I said. "I've danced with women before, and there's either been no connection, or they've tried too hard, because they just wanted to sleep with me. But you... You didn't know what you wanted, until you climbed into the taxi with me."

"I wasn't totally sure." She replied.

"True, but even though you weren't one hundred percent sure what would happen, you were interested. And your naïve, innocent curiosity was sexier than any other woman who had known what they wanted, and I had ended up in bed with." I continued. "I wanted to kiss you all over, that night... like you do with me...tonight, on other occasions."

"But you didn't."

I smiled, thinking of the memory. "No, I didn't. You were so nervous, baby... I knew your nervousness was feeding your arousal, too. And me being me... I just had to tease you. I had to let you know that it was ok to feel what you were feeling, and if you gave into it, how wonderful it could be."

Her eyes closed, and she was silent for a few moments. "You held me so close to you that night."

"Yes." I whispered.

"Why?"

I stroked my fingers through the ends of her hair, and let my flat hand come to rest under her shirt, in the middle of her back. "Did you ever find something that was so beautiful and precious to you, that you couldn't bear to let it go?" I asked, as my fingertips gently rubbed her skin. "That's what you were, to me. That precious thing. I...wanted to cling to you, and never let you go. I didn't want the moment to end. I could have died happy, in that moment, I think."

"You wanted me...right from the start."

"Yes." I admitted. "Even at first, when I couldn't express it with words. You were what I wanted. I...craved you. Hungered for you. The sight of you...the feel of you...the very smell of you. Vanilla, and Naomi."

"Wow." Naomi said.

"Being without you was so hard, at first. But, we had lives to lead, of course. I was so glad when you came to have dinner with me. Even more surprised when you took me on the sofa."

"I took you by surprise?" She asked, her eyes opening and regarding me with further curiosity.

I smiled. "Quite so. I didn't take you for anything but submissive, at first. I suppose it's rare that a dominant finds a partner who knows so little and is so willing to learn. It's even rarer to find a partner who is a natural submissive who also wants to take on the dominant role."

"I'm one in a million, then?" Naomi smirked.

I laughed softly. "Something like that, yes." I said. "Most partners who have the relationship we do... They stick to their role... In that I would be exclusively dominant over you, and you would be exclusively submissive to me. But that second time we met... I knew even then that you had the inkling to switch, like I do, from time to time. But you were a complete novice at being dominant, I knew that. I knew, given enough time, you would pick things up from me."

"Which I did."

"Oh yes..." I chuckled. "I knew there would come a time when you would properly ask me to teach you to be dominant. And...you are the only person I've trained like that."

Naomi was silent for a brief moment. "It had to be when the time was right."

"Yes. We were both on a high after winning the case with Bailey. And I knew that you would find the confidence to ask me, then." I said. "A big part of it was also my own curiosity, to feel what you would feel as a submissive partner."

"Was it strange? Being that I was the novice, again? When I topped you the first time, I mean."

I looked into her eyes. "Strange...exciting...intoxicating. You had me nervous, because it had been a long time since I was last under someone like that."

"Hmm not as nervous as I was the first time, I bet."

I smiled. "No, I expect not." I said. "But, I know how smart you are. And I guessed that you would have run through what to do a few times in your head."

"True."

"You continue to amaze me, beautiful." I said, kissing her.

"I do?" She asked.

"Mmhmm... I don't think I could have got through these past months if it wasn't for you. You've kept me together when my anger would usually make me stew. You've comforted me when things have been rough, and put up with my bitchiness at times, and my occasional need to take you sexually, too. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Oh, Ems..." Naomi said, kissing me back softly. "You're a part of me, baby. I would be failing you as a partner if I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I couldn't live with myself for being so selfish like that."

I laid my head against her shoulder and softly kissed her skin, sighing deeply. "My Naomi..." I whispered. "You're the best thing in my life, always."

Naomi rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips. The backs of her fingers lightly stroked my cheek, and came to rest right over my heart. She raised her eyebrow in amusement. "I still get to do anything with you?" She smirked.

I slowly blinked. "Yes, my love." I replied. "What did you have in mind?"

She took my hands in hers and quickly trapped them above my head. "Well... I do have one idea..."

"Oh?" I replied, feeling butterflies settle in my stomach.

"Mmhmm..." She said, kissing me slowly before releasing her hold on me and getting up to her feet. She looked down at me, and raised her eyebrow. "On...your...feet." She said, and I registered the change of her voice with each single syllable. Oh, this was going to be interesting.

I got to my feet, and stood in front of her, my eyes level with her chest. She placed her finger beneath my chin and tilted my head upwards until my eyes met hers. "My beautiful, brown eyed girl..." She said, softly. "Go out into the sitting room, and kneel in front of the sofa. I will not be long."

"Yes." I said, walking out of the bedroom and stopping in front of the sofa. I didn't know when the coffee table had moved, but I don't suppose it mattered at this point, so instead, I simply knelt as she asked me to, my knees shoulder width apart, and my feet crossed over behind me so I was comfortable. I placed my hands flat on my thighs, and waited for her.

I saw her, out of the corner of my eye, but didn't dare to look. She was leaning against the doorframe, watching me. I relaxed myself, and felt my breathing settle, as she came into the room and stood behind me.

"You are breathtaking when you are naked, do you know that?" She asked. "Your hair spills over your pale shoulders, and you are just...gorgeous."

"Thank you."

"You appreciate the compliment, too... I like that." She said, moving to the sofa, and sitting down in front of me. She was still wearing her jeans and her shirt, which was now opened to expose the black vest top she wore beneath it. Such a contrast to my own bare nakedness. In her hand, she held the leather bound journal, and opened it, slowly flicking through the pages. She reached into her shirt pocket, and slid her glasses on, at which point, I felt myself shiver.

Naomi Campbell in glasses... oh, shit.

"Now...where was it... You didn't get this far, but...oh, here it is." She said, casually, as her eyes scanned the page. "...there were a lot of posts I read online about a scene that interested me somewhat. The image of a kneeling submissive, in front of their dominant. It's interesting to think...about who holds the power, in that scene. Is it the dominant who stands, poised to request that their submissive do what they wish? Is it the submissive, who challenges the dominant to push a limit, however soft or hard?" Naomi turned the page. "...or is it different for every relationship? Does it switch between the two? Is it locked in handcuffs?" I snickered at her use of phrase. "Oh, you like that?" I nodded. I watched her eyes as they drifted back to the page. "Emily often tells me that I am 'hers', and has also said it, on occasion, to others. But to me, this does not imply that she owns me as property. Emily isn't like that. She prefers for me to be my own person. No matter how attached I am to her, or she is to me. I believe that if I wanted to leave her, she would not stop me. She may beg me to stay with her, but if I was clear enough in my conviction, I know that she would allow me to go." She paused, and her eyes met mine, with a look of simple understanding that held me in its grasp, safe and secure. "But she need not worry about that, I have no intention to go, and doubt I ever will have that intention. Where some may think it a detriment, I know nothing other than Emily's love, and have no wish or need to know any other, and that is perfectly fine with me."

I felt tears pricking at my eyelids. This woman's devotion to me never failed to cut me down to size, but in a totally humbling way. Before I could stop it, I sniffled. I met her eyes as they looked up at me, and she dropped the book to her lap suddenly. She turned the corner of the page she was on, and closed it, setting it aside and standing up, moving behind me. She knelt down, and I felt her arms surround my waist and hold me close to her. She said nothing, her hand over my heart, as my trembling breath settled in my lungs. I felt her lips kissing my shoulder, and her nose nuzzling at my neck. The expansion and contraction of her chest as it was pressed against my back. I reached up and laid my hand across hers as it covered my heart, and our fingers intertwined, gripping tightly. "Beautiful..." I muttered.

"Shhh...you don't have to say anything, baby..." She whispered, in a voice that was as thick as the emotion I felt. She squeezed me closer, holding me not only in the palm of her hand, but in the cradle of her arms. "I want you to know... That if you were sleeping, I would kneel beside you until you awoke. I know I am my own person, of my own free will... But my will is to be with you...forever." She said, softly. "I may get angry or confused, and run sometimes...but I will always come back to you. Because you mean the fucking world to me, Emily Fitch."

"As you do to me." I whispered. My heart felt like it was beating overtime, but I hadn't done anything remotely physical. No, this was pure emotion flooding me with hot and cold shivers, and my body reacted by shaking in its place, which caused Naomi to tighten her hold on me. Not uncomfortably so, you understand, just enough to stop me from falling apart. "Love you." I whispered.

"Love you, too." She murmured against my skin.

"Take me?" I muttered. "Back to bed?"

"Are you alright?" She asked, softly kissing my shoulders.

I nodded. "I just need to be wrapped up in your arms, and I don't think I can kneel much longer without crumbling." I said.

"Oh." Naomi said, getting to her feet. She stretched, and then, crouching down beside me, she looped my arm across her shoulder, and slid her own arm against the back of my knees. With a sharply exhaled gasp from my lungs, she picked me up, her eyes meeting mine, and walked back into our room with me in her arms, and placed me down on our bed.. I think that was the single, most beautiful thing she had ever done for me, and I sighed contently, watching her as she slipped out of her clothes and stood before me naked, before sliding her glasses off her nose and slipping onto the bed beside me, her arm sliding itself around my body as I curled into hers. She pulled the duvet across us both, and i snuggled into her happily. "Better?"

I nodded. I was silent for a few moments, just breathing against her, until I spoke. "I had no idea you felt that way." I said. "I mean... I know you love me, but I had no idea it was that deep."

Naomi kissed my temple. "It's hard to find the words to express it, but when I get a quiet moment to myself...the words just tend to come."

"You mean what you said...about not feeling like I claim ownership of you."

"Yes." She replied. "We don't need that. Our love is strong enough. I don't need you to tell me that you own me. I don't need a collar to reaffirm your ownership of me. You've always said we are equal in this. Yes, when we play, it's either you who is dominant, or me. We switch, that's what keeps it going, it...keeps the dynamic between us. It keeps it interesting. But above that...beyond that... We have love. We love each other, like fierce. As we go on, it just gets deeper."

"God..." I whispered. "Baby, you have me completely speechless."

"I know." She replied, kissing me again and softly stroking my cheek. "And it's ok. You don't need to respond, I just wanted you to know how I think of this. I want you to know I'm in this just as much as you are. Wild horses couldn't drag me away from you. I don't think anything will." I inhaled slowly and gave a deep sigh, nestling against he shoulder. "Alright?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah." I said, my voice low. "Very alright. Very lucky to have you."

We lay silently for a while, doing no more than sharing soft kisses with each other. It was so nice, to just be like this with each other, her nose softly rubbing against mine, my lips brushing against hers, her jawline, her neck. It felt like it had been forever since we'd had this time together, and for now, we had all the time in the world, and nothing else mattered but the two of us. After a time, Naomi resumed her exploration of my body with her lips, and her busy hands, tracing patterns over my skin. The light touch of her fingertips over my chest made me shiver, as did the soft grip of her hands around my breasts as she lightly rolled my nipples between her fingers. Her eyes were still on mine, as she kissed lower, taking first one nipple between her lips and teasing it between them, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Little shocks extended into my lower belly as she gently took it between her teeth and tugged on it, just how I liked it. I moaned softly. "You know what will happen if you keep that up..."

"Mmm..." She replied. "Maybe that's my intention?" She smirked, before kissing across to the other nipple and repeating the action, causing my back to arch towards her. Her hands did not cease to slide over my skin, her fingers spread out as she slowly touched every inch of me. I felt my heart beating faster as she continued to lick, kiss and suck my nipples, until they were so hard they ached, though nothing if not pleasantly. I watched her, as her eyes closed, and she navigated towards my abdomen, using only her lips to feel her way down. I felt myself begin to tremble at the act that seemed to me to be so practised, but still like she was discovering something new about me. She paused, just as the kisses started to venture into more sensitive territory, and grazed the top of her nose and her closed lips against my skin and inhaled deeply, something I had done many times myself, in my travels of her own body. She exhaled slowly, in a barely audible moan against my skin, and her warm breath tickled me so much that I shivered again, her hands gently gripping my hips to still me. She then opened her eyes, and looked up at me with wide pupils.

I felt myself growing wetter, and I could tell that she knew it, too.

Her eyes did not leave mine as she drew her hands closer towards her, down over my lower stomach, until her fingers gently slid down into the creases where my thighs joined my hips. A slight smirk formed on her lips as she leaned closer, and brushed her lips against my folds, right above my clit, that felt like it was throbbing already. The light pressure against it as she kissed me made my whole body shiver, and I bit my lip without thinking. Naomi's expression turned wolfish for a moment. "Don't." She said, her tone thick and demanding. "I want to take my time, and if you do that..." She raised her eyebrow to finish her sentence, and I immediately untucked my lip from between my teeth. She held my gaze for a brief moment, and then her eyes dipped down, as her thumbs spread me open, and her breath played across my very wet, very sensitive flesh.

I inhaled a shaky breath and my eyes flickered closed as the tickling, but slightly cool sensation of her own breath tickled me, and I tried to move closer to her. I knew she wanted me to be patient, but this was nothing short of frustrating. I let out a soft moan, as the tip of her tongue touched my clit, nudging against the sensitive button. Pressing it. Softly flicking against it, just enough for me to feel it, enough to keep me aroused, and enough for me to definitely want to feel more. The tip of Naomi's tongue traced around it, underneath it, over the top of it, until every breath that left me was accompanied by a moan or a whimper at the delicious feeling she was giving to me. There was no quick build up, this was so gradual, I barely noticed anything other than the experience and pleasure of feeling her tongue on me so carefully, slowly and methodically, that I didn't even notice I was about to orgasm until the sensation of it washed over me and my body was shaking uncontrollably. My heart was racing beneath my ribs, and my blood was pounding in my ears, but there was only one word that left my lips as Naomi's fingers slid into my soaking core. "Yesssss..."

I thought she would move those fingers, but she didn't. She kept them still, but deep inside me, as I clenched around them, the tip of her tongue still continuing its slow, delicate licks around my swollen, aching clit. I could practically feel it throbbing against her tongue, and felt my legs shuddering when she wrapped her lips around it and gently sucked. "Oh, Jesus Christ, baby..." I moaned, my body squirming under her attention, as she went back to lightly flicking and lapping at it with her tongue. She was clearly in no hurry, taking her time to explore me as she had done several times before.

But not like this. Not...like...THIS. I felt like every nerve ending, not just the ones between my legs were tingling, on fire, and being doused in cold water all at once. I was completely somewhere else, and my beautiful girl had led me there. Then, her fingers began to move inside me...out, and then back in again, as slow as her tongue was moving against me. My fingers tightly grasped the sheets beneath me as I groaned in absolute pleasure, her fingers rubbing back and forth inside me, and her tongue still licking me in a torturous, slow manner. I felt the tightening in my lower stomach once again, and the gasp caught in my throat, my lungs ceasing to breathe as another wave of intense sensation crashed over me, and a deep husky groan finally spluttered from my lips.

My body was shaking, and I didn't think I could take anymore of this, as good as it felt. But Naomi was about to prove me wrong, when her fingers stilled inside me and she waited until my body had ceased its spasms. Her unoccupied hand laid itself flat on my stomach as it rose and fell with each of my laboured, trembling breaths, and as my fingers relaxed their hold on the sheets, again, she began to taste, lick, and flick her tongue against my clit. Before long, she took it between her lips once more, and lightly sucking, began to move backwards, until the bud slipped from her mouth, and I groaned. Again, the touch of her lips, surrounding...slowly sucking...releasing. "Ohhh my fucking godddd..." I groaned, louder. "Gonna...fucking...kill me..." I was incoherent, and we both knew it.

But that still didn't stop her. Surround, slow suck, release. Again and again, until she paused to speak. "I love how tightly you are gripped around my fingers. I can feel your heartbeat inside you, and it is racing." I muttered an incoherent response. "There is no sight more gorgeous to me than this one...when you are about to come completely undone..." She said, as her lips resumed their sucking, and her fingers began to rub inside me all over again.

"Oh god...more...please..." I moaned, and I could tell that this time she wasn't about to disappoint me. The movement of her fingers sped up, deeper, more insistent in their rubbing, just...more, as her tongue joined her lips and began to flick my clit as she sucked it with more intensity. My hips were now rocking towards her, and she made no move to stop them, nor my hand as it reached down and my fingers threaded themselves into her hair. Her free hand slid further up my body and in turn rolled and pinched each nipple between them, just as she had done countless times before, to set me off. It was a trigger that pushed the explosion into overdrive in my lower stomach and my entire body stiffened as my breathing stalled and then a loud, wordless cry tore itself from my throat as the pleasure shook my right to my core as it gripped and clenched around her rapidly curving fingers inside me.

It felt like forever, ages, even, as the sensation struck through me like lightning, and Naomi's kisses up my body barely registered. Only the involuntary spasming aftershocks of my body did, as she pulled me into her arms, and I heard a soft whimper, as I felt her wet fingers meet my lips, and they simply parted to accept them, and I limply tasted myself on them, slowly, almost hungrily sucking them clean.

My god...talk about being wiped out by pleasure...

"Mmmff...oh fuck..." I murmured, as Naomi slid her fingers from my lips. My eyes were half lidded as another involuntary spasm slammed its way through my panting, limp body. I felt the warmth of her hand on my cheek, and my head turned, and my eyes slowly came into focus on her bright, blue ones. I blinked, and as my vision cleared, I did not see the usual faint, innocent blush that appeared on her cheeks after she would bring me to an orgasm, but just simple, pure wonder and amazement at what she had created between us. I blinked again, and I wasn't sure what I was going to say next, until she spoke.

"You are amazing to watch. Every movement, every twitch... The rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the desperate, wanting movements of your body as I pleasure you...all of it. There's nothing like it on earth to me." She said. "You said you were mine for the night, but that was all for you. My appreciation, my devotion, and your excitement. All...for...you." Her lips brushed against mine and she kissed me deeply, allowing me the simple pleasure of tasting myself on her lips.

Once the kiss had ended, though it was long, slow and all encompassing, enough energy had come back into my body to turn onto my side and nestle into her, my arm sliding around her waist as my lips nuzzled against her neck. "You..." I cleared my throat, as my voice caught on itself. "You realise I'm going to get you back for that, don't you?" I said, my half whisper sounding a little hoarse.

I felt Naomi's laugh against my lips, the sound of it reverberating in her throat. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Ems."

A/N#2: *cough*

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For those of you following Coming Home, I have written another supplementary piece to it, titled Coming Home: Naomi's Journal, should you wish to read it. Bit angsty, though, so...you might want to bring tissues? *shrug*

Until next time, whenever that may be...

~GN~ xo