Author's Note: Thanks so much for such an awesome response to this story! I'm very sorry it's taken me so long to update! I've been busy with typical holiday bullshit and writing this chapter was a bit more difficult than the last so I'm sorry for the wait! Hopefully this chapter will make up for it.

Very NSFW. Complete shameless smut fest. I'm not even sorry.

As usual, I don't own or have anything to do with Skins

Chapter 3: Freedom of Conscience

Okay, so I was breaking one of the only rules I live by, by sleeping with Emily twice. Was I upset about it? No. Emily was a fucking fantastic shag, so how could I possibly be upset by multiple orgasms? Rules are made to be broken, right?

I left an impromptu party that Effy was throwing at our flat. I didn't really know anybody there so I wasn't missing out on much. Effy's friends from work were all there and the only person I did recognize was Cook and he was a bit busy with some fit woman so I didn't bother him. Cook was probably my best mate by default, since he's known me the longest out of everyone. But in my mind, Cook was my brother. Cook and I go way back. We pretty much grew up together, even though we only met when we were thirteen. We were both young and stupid and reckless when we first met and I'm proud to say that that aspect of our friendship hasn't really changed.

I didn't say goodbye to anybody before I left, but Effy caught my eye while I was making my way out and I gestured to say that I was leaving. She shrugged at me in response and sent me a small smile. It was nice, not having to explain myself to anyone.

I lit a cigarette as I walked to Emily's apartment. The walk to Emily's was short and I ended up reaching her apartment building before I even finished my cigarette. I threw my cigarette to the ground and put it out with my boot, deciding not to waste any more time. I buzzed up to Emily's flat and she buzzed me into the building right away, without even checking to see if I was a serial killer or anything. Her building was a lot more secure and nice than mine. I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the 19th floor.

Her front door was left open slightly when I got off the elevator, which allowed me to let myself in. I made sure to shut and lock the door properly behind me. When I turned around, I was faced with an empty living room. I wasn't surprised when I didn't see Emily – I'd expected her to be in the bedroom anyway. So I walked down the hallway to my right, towards Emily's bedroom. I noticed that the walls looked different. A few photos were missing, I could've sworn I'd seen more photos in the hallway last time I was here. Though last time I was here I was drunk and being kissed by Emily so maybe I'd seen things.

I walked into the bedroom and still didn't see Emily. I decided that things were getting a bit weird, so I called out for her.

"Emily? Are you in here?" I called as I walked around her bedroom. I noticed that the photo of her and her girlfriend was gone from the wall where it used to hang. Interesting.

"Yeah," Emily's husked voice replied. I turned around and saw her leaning on the doorframe between her bedroom and her ensuite bathroom. She was stood in a black lace lingerie set, complete with a garter belt and sheer black stockings. Holy fucking shit did she look good. I'd never before felt my heart literally stop and resume at double its normal rate, but Emily in that lingerie set made my heart do that. My breath caught in my throat and I immediately felt like I was wearing too many clothes.

And then her hand moved from behind her back and revealed a small pair of handcuffs.

"This cool with you?" She asked. My throat was so dry that I couldn't stumble out an answer, so I nodded and quickly stripped down to my bra and panties.

Emily sauntered over to me and threaded her fingers through my hair. Her other hand traced the contours of my face while slowly pulling me towards the bed. Her hands slid down, brazenly grabbing my tits before quickly grabbing my wrist and securing the handcuff around it.

Well, that was unexpected. I'd figured I'd be the one using those handcuffs, though now that I thought about it, I remembered that the first time Emily and I had sex, Emily tried to top me. Apparently this time around, she was planning on getting exactly what she wanted.

She quickly turned us around and pushed me onto the bed. She put her knee between my legs and pushed us up closer towards her headboard, where she fiddled around the back for a moment before pulling out a small chain to hook the other end of the handcuff into.

"Do this often?" I asked as Emily leaned over me, giving me an eyeful of her tits, while she searched in her bedside table for another set of handcuffs.

"I suppose you could say that," She replied as she secured the other pair of handcuffs on my other hand and attached them to another hook on the other side of the headboard. "Comfortable?"

Her lips moved tantalizingly slow over the skin of my neck before making their way slowly down towards my breasts. I was quite happy I'd decided to wear a strapless bra now, since a normal bra would be impossible to take off while I was tied up like this. Emily deftly unhooked my bra and began biting and sucking at my nipple right away. My hands balled up into fists as her tongue circled my nipple. I desperately wanted to put my fingers in her hair and flip us over and fuck her senseless. I wanted to peel that lace lingerie off her using only my teeth and then plunge my tongue deep into her centre and make her fucking scream my name.

But instead, Emily was torturing me. My legs were pushing myself up in an attempt to grind my centre against her leg, but she moved out of the way each time I got close. My panties were soaked through and she hadn't even moved farther than my breasts yet. Is it possible to come just from having someone suck on your tits? Because it felt like I was seconds away from coming and I think Emily knew that because instead of stopping she sucked on my nipples even harder, paying both of my tits equal attention, and her fingernails scraped against the skin of my back and I swear to god, I fucking came. Who manages to come without even having a little clit action?! Fucking Emily Fitch, you sex goddess, how do you fucking do this to me?

My wrists pulled against the handcuffs while I came and I could've sworn I felt Emily smile against my tits and I was half torn between worshipping her and getting pissed off at her because yes I came, but it would have been so much better if I came while she had her mouth on my clit.

"Mmm," She whispered against my skin once I'd stopped coming. "That's never happened before. Horny, Naomi?"

"Fuck off, Emily. Actually, better yet, fuck me."

Emily smiled smugly at me and her lips finally left my breasts. Her tongue traced patterns along the skin of my stomach and my ribcage and my hip. Her teeth grazed against the skin just above my underwear. She bit me on my hip, hard, and it did hurt but it felt so fucking good that I didn't know whether to moan or cry out in pain. So what came out of me was a bit of both. Her teeth bit down on my underwear and pulled them down part of the way before she used her hands to pull them down the rest of the way. She put one hand on each of my bent knees and spread me open.

"Fuck," She murmured. She grabbed my legs and her tongue traced along the inside of my leg from my ankle all the way to the crease between my legs and my centre at the very top of my thigh. My legs were quivering and she had to hold them still because I literally felt as though I was going to pass out if she didn't touch me soon.

"Emily," I whimpered as my hands strained against my handcuffs. "Please."

If my hands were free I would've already grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth to my centre. Fucking handcuffs.

"What do you want, Naomi?"

"Fuck me."

She obeyed right away. Her tongue pushed into my centre before moving swiftly to my clit and biting down on it gently. Her fingers pushed inside me as her tongue continued to torture me. Her fingers pumped into me agonizingly slowly, curling against me each time she pulled them out. She pulled her fingers almost entirely out of me each time, only for them to be slammed back into me even deeper than the last time. Each curl of her fingers became more pronounced, each flick of her tongue brought me seconds closer to my orgasm. She slid in a second finger on her next thrust and the curling of her fingers had me on the edge and I knew it was only going to be seconds longer before my body gave in to her. Her tongue left my clit and bit down gently on me, pulling at my skin slightly before soothing it with her tongue. She found my g-spot on her last curl of her fingers and once she found that, she paid very close attention to it. My hands were straining against the handcuffs and I was sure my wrists were going to be bruised after this but I couldn't bear to give a single fuck about hips were moving against Emily's face of their own volition and no matter how many times she tried to hold me down, she couldn't stop me. Eventually she gave up and Emily's free hand abandoned my hip and trailed up my side. Once she reached my breast, she pinched my nipple slightly and finally pushed me over the edge.

The only thing I can remember is being completely unable to move after I came. Emily laid down next to me, wrapping her legs around mine and pressing my leg against her centre.

"I think you've broken my vagina," I replied, not bothering to open my eyes. I felt Emily laugh and place a gentle kiss on my breast. I heard the noises of her unlocking the handcuffs and felt her massage my wrists gently. And then, because I was still in the afterwake of my orgasm, I said something really stupid.

"I'll never be able to fuck anybody but you after that," I murmured. Emily, surprisingly, didn't freak out and simply giggled in response.

"Your wrists are all scratched and red. You're definitely going to have bruises tomorrow," She replied as she brought my left wrist to her lips and kissed it gently. "And I don't think I broke your vagina. I think you just had a pretty fucking intense orgasm, Naomi."

"How would you know?" I replied, finally managing to open my eyes and watch as Emily studied my wrist closely.

"Well...you sort of..." Emily trailed off as her fingers continued to trace the red marks on my wrist.

"What, Em? What did I do?" I asked, genuinely curious and also kind of nervous about what exactly my vagina did while I was coming.

"You squirted."

What?! That's certainly never happened before.

"Oh," Was the only word my mouth managed to form while my mind dealt with the massive embarrassment I was feeling. Don't start blushing, don't start blushing.

"Have you ever done that before?" Emily asked me, her eyes searching my slightly confused and also quite embarrassed eyes. Oh my God, Emily, don't ask me that, obviously that's never happened before because you're a fucking sex goddess who makes me come every single fucking time and nobody else has ever been able to make me come like you make me. I blushed at that thought and covered my face.

"Don't be embarrassed!" Emily said, trying to pry my hands away from my face, though I stubbornly refused to move them.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I did that," I said, my fingers muffling my voice and hopefully my embarrassment as well. I moved my hands away from my face and looked at Emily, who didn't seem upset at all. "I'm sorry, Em."

"Why would you be sorry?!" Emily asked. "Doesn't that just mean you had a fucking awesome orgasm? Why should you be sorry?"

"I don't know, it's just that never happened before and you were down there when it happened and I don't know! It's just embarrassing."

Emily smiled. "I quite enjoyed it, Naomi. I'm gonna try to make that happen all the time now."

I frowned at her. "I thought this was our last time together."

Emily blushed and corrected her mistake. "Yeah...yeah, you're right."

I smiled at her and grabbed her hands, quickly trying to change the subject.

"Where did you get this set from?" I asked as my eyes trailed over her body. She was still wearing the black lace lingerie set and now that I was free from my handcuffs I wanted nothing else but to agonizingly strip it off her.

"A specialty lingerie shop in Paris," Emily replied as her hands threaded through my hair and slowly moved my face closer to hers. "Haven't had a chance to wear it till now, though."

My lips gently moved against hers, trying to torture her the same way she'd tortured me. But our kiss wasn't agonizingly slow or torturous at all. It was quite nice, kissing Emily slowly and gently like this. It was nice to pull her into my arms and feel the weight of her lying on top of me. Our tongues moved slowly and languidly against each other. Rather than one of us trying to dominate the kiss, we were working together. I gently grabbed Emily and flipped us over so I was on top. I grabbed her wrists and gently moved them above her head, encouraging her to grab onto the pillows as I held her arms above her head.

My lips abandoned hers and created a pathway down the column of her neck, to her collarbone where I sucked and left a small love bite without Emily saying anything. I kissed her shoulders before my lips moved down to the tops of her breasts. My hands trustingly abandoned her wrists, hoping she'd keep her hands grabbing onto the pillows as I'd made her. I didn't want to use the cuffs on Emily. I wanted her to be able to move if she wanted to, but know that I preferred if she didn't.

My hands pushed the cups of the lace bra to the side and my lips took her nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicked gently against her, rousing a gentle and quiet moan from Emily. She sighed as I moved on to her next breast while my hand snaked behind her back and undid the clasp of the bra. I allowed Emily to move her arms so I could slide the straps of her bra off her before returning my attention to her breasts. Emily returned her hands to the pillows, just as I wanted.

Emily whimpered as my lips returned to hers and my hands dipped into her underwear. I had absolutely no intention of taking off the rest of Emily's set. She looked fucking delectable laying on the bed braless, but still with her underwear, garter belt, and stockings on.

My fingers dipped into her folds and found her completely sopping wet. She moaned into my kiss as I pushed two fingers inside her and fucked her as slowly as I could manage. My thumb pressed into her clit and circled it, alternating between the two motions. I remembered from the last time exactly where her g-spot was but I was planning on saving that one for later. Emily's breath was heavy and hot and hitting the skin of my neck and shoulder as I pumped my fingers into her. I started to curl them gently at first, then slowly becoming more pronounced until Emily arched her back and went stiff in my arms and whimpered as a series of tremors worked through her body.

"Holy shit," She whispered as I continued to kiss her neck and bring her down from her orgasm. "Sleep here tonight, Naomi."

I nodded and kissed her one last time before I pulled my fingers out of her and laid down next to her. She moved onto her side and wrapped her arms around me. Our legs tangled together, one of hers between mine, and one of mine between hers.

"If we have sex again in the morning we aren't breaking any rules, right?" Emily whispered just as I was about to sleep. I smiled.

"No, we wouldn't be breaking any rules," I replied before kissing her once more.

It seemed as though Emily was just as hooked as I was. And that was okay. I wanted to have sex with Emily just as much as she wanted to have sex with me, and I couldn't deny that not having sex with Emily while I worked for her was going to be insanely difficult and I probably wouldn't like it and I'd definitely miss the noise she makes when she comes. But it made it a bit easier to know that Emily would miss it just as much as I did.

And it made it a bit easier because I knew I was going to torture Emily at work until she gave in and we had sex again.

And it also made it a bit easier to know that we weren't exclusive and that I was allowed to fuck other people, though I doubted they'd even be a quarter as good as Emily. But I wasn't attached to anybody, and I didn't belong to anybody and I didn't want anybody to belong to me. And that rule included Emily.

I just wanted to have sex with Emily and that's it...

I think.

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