Author's Note: So I owe you guys such a massive apology it isn't even funny. I sort of dropped off the face of the earth entirely. I even deleted my tumblr! I've literally been so busy finishing up my year at uni and figuring out what I want to do with my life that I had no time to write or do anything that wasn't school related. Technically, I'm still in the thick of it since it's exam season but luckily for you, I have a bit of a break right now before the madness begins.

I've had this chapter half-done for quite some time now and I finished it up tonight. It was meant to be longer (way longer) but I wanted to get something out to you and push me back into an updating schedule. So it looks like Peaceful Assembly is going to be more of a 3 parter than a 2 parter as I'd planned. Oh well.

To reward you all for coming back and continuing to read this story even though I am a massive tit, I gave you super raunchy dirty fun times at the end of the chapter.

And as usual, I still don't own Skins.

Chapter 7: Peaceful Assembly Part II

It was Thursday evening and Emily and I were hanging out at her flat instead of hanging out at the office, like normal. We were researching and studying because we were headed to a pro-choice protest tomorrow instead of staying in the office. Emily found out about the protest earlier in the week and signed us up to go to the protest on behalf of Amnesty International. Apparently our job at the protest was to make clear exactly what Amnesty's stance on abortion actually was. Amnesty's stance was a bit difficult to explain, according to Emily. I agreed, since she'd spent most of the night trying to explain it to me and I still didn't really understand.

"You need to know this in case we get interviewed, Naomi!" Emily said as she buried her face in her hands. She was exasperated, surely, because we'd been talking about this for an hour and I just wasn't getting it. "Amnesty International supports abortion in cases of rape, incest, and when the life or health of the mother is at stake. We do not support abortion as a universal right. We do support the decriminalization of abortion."

"But why?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing. "Look, if we get interviewed I'll just pretend I don't speak English, okay? You can answer all the questions because I sure as fuck don't know why we don't support abortion as a universal right."

Emily sighed. The buzzer to her flat buzzed, indicating that our Chinese food had arrived. Emily buzzed them in and paid and brought the food to the coffee table. We had been sat on the floor at opposite ends of the coffee table while Emily quizzed me on Amnesty International's stance on abortion. Emily laid out all the food in front of us and handed me a plate, along with my order of spicy orange chicken and egg fried rice and chow mein.

"Look, I know that Amnesty's stance on abortion is really problematic. I know that. But we have to stick with it. It isn't our personal belief, but it's the belief of the organization and we're there to represent the organization. We don't have a choice."

"So if I were to get interviewed, I would say 'It isn't my personal belief, but Amnesty International says this and this'," I said as I loaded my plate up with food. Emily sighed again.

"No, Naomi, you would say 'Amnesty International's stance on abortion is that it supports abortion in cases of rape, incest, and when the life or health of the mother is at stake. Amnesty does not support abortion as a universal right, but Amnesty does support the decriminalization of abortion'," Emily replied.

"Well that's a fucking mouthful, innit?" I said.

"I think we should just say you don't speak English if we get interviewed."

"Fine by me."

Emily and I ate the rest of our food, and mercifully, stopped talking about Amnesty International. Our relationship was at an odd standstill and it made things quite awkward. We both knew that we wanted more from our relationship, but it seemed like neither of us were willing to act on it. I was terrified of putting myself out there. I'd never done that before, ever. Hell, I'd never been in a relationship before. I had no idea how to go about things. And it didn't seem like Emily was too eager to show me.

After we finished eating, I helped Emily clean up the leftover food, which consisted of transferring whatever was left to tupperware containers and putting them in the fridge. Fairly simple.

"So I'll swing by your flat tomorrow to pick you up?" Emily asked. I shrugged.

"Sure. I should warn you though, my flat is a lot less nice than yours," I replied. Emily shrugged and smiled.

"Doesn't matter. We've all been there," She said. She handed me a notepad and a pen and asked me to write down my address and flat number. I even drew a little map that showed the mere 300 metres she'd have to walk to get to my flat.

"Just in case you get lost," I said with a smile as I handed Emily the notepad and pen. She smiled.

"I know this area pretty well. I should be fine."

I smiled back and we both started moving towards the door. The tension and the awkwardness in the air was actually too thick to cut it with a knife – in fact, I would recommend cutting it with a battle axe. I was wondering if I should hug Emily goodbye or if I should even touch her at all. I decided on not touching Emily at all and seeing if Emily would hug me instead. It didn't work well.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I said as I grabbed my jacket. Emily nodded and shuffled her feet.

"Yup, tomorrow. Bright and early."

"Not too early, I hope," I joked. Emily smiled and opened the door. I guess we aren't going for hugging then. And I suppose we also are just not going to touch or address how tense and awkward this was.

"Bye, Naomi."

"Bye, Emily."

And with that I walked to the elevator. As soon as I heard the door shut behind me, I let out a huge breath. That was, by far, the most awkward interaction I've had in months. Possibly years.

I walked back home to my flat, and lit up a cigarette along the way. Again, I wasn't able to finish it before I got home. Going to Emily's flat so often seemed to be inadvertently cutting down on my smoking time, which was both saving me money and saving my life. Win-win, I suppose.

I walked into the flat to find Effy stood in the middle of the kitchen/living room/dining room holding up fabric samples.

"Which one for the new couch?" She asked. She was holding up one sample that was light blue and one sample that was slightly darker blue.

"Effy, those look the same to me."

Effy bent down to grab the throw pillows we had scattered around the room and pressed the samples up to each individual pillow.

"What colour do you think goes best with the pillows?"

"I don't know, Effy, all the pillows are white or cream so don't they go with everything?"

"I need help, Naomi, just tell me which sample you like better!"

"Well, if I spill pizza or pasta or chinese food on either of them it'll stain," I muttered as I hung my jacket up and took my shoes off.

"You're not allowed to eat on the couch."

"The lighter one then," I replied as I rolled my eyes. "Living life on the edge with light fabrics that stain easily."

"Yay, adulthood," Effy replied sarcastically as she tossed down the pillows and fabric samples. She walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of vodka. "How was work?"

"Not bad... same old, same old, you know. Advocating on behalf of someone whose human rights have been violated, getting yelled at in Bosnian, trying to get a look up my boss' skirt. Just an average day at the office, really."

"If only my days at the office were like that," Effy mused as she handed me the bottle of vodka.

"Mmm...I have to go to a protest with Emily tomorrow. Some pro choice thing. Seems pretty tame."

Effy nodded while I took a sip of vodka.

"Well, you know who to phone if things get out of hand."

"The ghostbusters?"

"No, me and Cook, you little shit."

I sniggered and hauled myself off the floor.

"Alright, Eff, whatever you say. I'm sure we'll be fine, it's just a bunch of feminists all standing around and chanting, right? Anyway, I'm off to bed. Goodnight."

"Night."

As soon as I got into my bedroom, I put my phone down on my mattress and started to change into my sleeping clothes. I resisted the temptation to look in my closet and find my hidden box while I folded my clothes and tied my hair up. My phone vibrated on my bed, providing a welcome distraction.

I miss you. Emily x.

I frowned as I tried to figure out what to reply back. It was pretty late and there was no guarantee to how this conversation was going to end. I mean, from my experience, people who text late at night are usually only interested in one thing. Would it turn into some kind of sexting session? I shivered at the thought.

I miss you too. I typed back as quickly as I could. I turned off the main lights in the room and left only a lamp on by my bed. I climbed in and pulled the covers up over me, with my phone still in my hand, as I waited for Emily's reply.

I seem to miss you most once I get in bed. How odd. E, xx.

Oh god. Sexting it is, then.

That is quite odd. What exactly do you miss about me?

If we really were heading down this road, I certainly wasn't complaining.

Your lips.

Your hands.

Your tongue.

Your tits.

The way you make me scream your name.

E, xx.

I felt my panties dampen as I read Emily's reply. I bit my lip as I typed my response out.

Maybe you should come over...

Let's face it. I'd rather have Emily's hands, lips, and tongue making me come than my own fingers. And while sexting was hot, why deny myself the real thing when Emily was only a two minute walk away from my own flat?

Be there in 2. E, xx.

Thankfully, Emily felt the same way.

I quickly rushed around my room and tidied up a bit before taking my bra off as quickly as I could without taking off my t-shirt. I slipped my bra through my sleeve and tossed it carelessly into my closet before shutting the closet doors. I ran into the living room to find Effy still sat in the middle of throw pillows and examining fabric samples.

"Holy shit, tits mcgee, where's the fire?" Effy asked as she eyed up my see through white t-shirt.

"Emily's coming over for a shag, you should probably go to sleep and put your headphones on or something."

Effy nodded sagely and gathered up her laptop and fabric samples.

"Happy cumming," She called out as she walked into her bedroom and shut the door.

At almost the same time that Effy shut her bedroom door, there was a soft knock at the front door to the flat. I walked over swiftly, mussing my hair up as I passed a mirror, and opened the door to reveal a frazzled looking Emily. Her eyes were dark with lust as they raked over my body. She smiled.

"Are you going to invite me in or are we going to fuck on the doorstep?" She said boldly.

"Come in."

She stepped inside the flat quickly and placed her palm between my breasts, pushing me against the wall forcefully. She kicked the door closed and grabbed my hands, placing them above my head as she kissed me roughly. Her hands trailed down my arms and descended to my breasts, where she groped me.

"We have to be quiet," I said breathlessly as Emily's lips left my own to trail down my neck. "My roommate's here."

Emily murmured her acknowledgement against my skin as her tongue darted out to taste the flesh of my chest. Her hands lifted my top up and worked it over my head, though she was careful to hold onto it and not just drop it anywhere since we were still in the entranceway. Her mouth closed around one of my nipples as one of her hands pinched and teased my other nipple into a peak. She wrapped her other arm, which was still holding my shirt, around my waist and pulled me away from the wall.

"Where am I going?" She whispered as she broke her lips away from my breast. Her lips worked their way back up to my own as she awaited my response.

"To the room on the right."

Emily lead me into my own bedroom and was careful to shut the door behind us. She flung my shirt somewhere into the room as soon as she closed the door. Emily was quick to start taking off her own clothes and I took note and started taking my own clothes off too. Emily grabbed me by the waist and pushed me onto the mattress as soon as we were both undressed.

All the awkwardness from earlier was completely forgotten as Emily kissed and worshipped my body in complete silence. Normally, we were both much more vocal, but tonight Emily's silence and my own silence seemed to mean something more.

Our hands entwined as Emily made her way further down my body. She placed herself between my legs and licked at me tentatively. I squeezed her hand tightly as the movements of her tongue sent shockwaves through my nerves. She squeezed back while she remembered all my favourite spots. Her tongue pressed gently against my clit while she worked her fingers inside me torturously slowly. She murmured against me while I moaned quietly in an effort not to break our silence. I could hear everything Emily was doing, every breath she took, and it was driving me crazy.

My legs and stomach began to quiver and I knew it wasn't long before I came, and Emily seemed to know that too. She pushed her fingers into me more forcefully, and on each pull outwards, she would curl her fingers and send me closer to the edge. She murmured against me and though I couldn't understand what she was saying, the vibrations of her low, husky voice against my cunt was eventually what sent me hurtling over the edge.

Emily made me come like nobody I'd ever been with before. She got in my head while she was fucking me, and somehow that made it all better. Usually, I'd fantasize about someone attractive to help things move along; a celebrity or a model or a Kardashian. A Kardashian would usually do the trick (can you blame me? Those curves kept me awake many a night). But Emily fucked me body and mind and, I was worried to say, soul. She made me feel connected to her in ways that meant I didn't need a Kardashian to fantasize about to make me come, and I didn't need to finish the job myself after my lover had left, and I didn't need to worry about if we were on different wavelengths and wanted different things from this. Emily and I were completely in tune.

Emily slithered up next to me and kissed me filthily. I loved how she would kiss me while I could still taste myself on her.

"Well...no squirting this time, but I'm determined to bring that lovely gift back sometime soon," Emily said as she laid down half on top of me. She started to play with my breasts while she waited for me to come down.

"What exactly is your fascination with my tits? They're just like any other pair," I giggled as Emily continued to pinch and lick and kiss at my breasts.

"They're just fucking amazing," Emily replied. "And they're not just any tits. They're yours."

"Oh god, you soppy git."

Emily leaned up and smiled at me.

"I suppose," She replied before straddling me and kissing me again. "But I think it's time for you to explore your fascination with my tits now."

That was all the encouragement I needed to gather every last bit of strength in me after that orgasm and flip us over so I was on top.

"I want you to make me come, Naomi," Emily begged as I licked and sucked at her breasts and plunged my fingers into her sopping wet pussy.

So I wasted no time doing exactly that.

Author's Note: Please don't forget to leave a review and let me know what you thought! I will reply to each one (I PROMISE) even though I know I've also been bad about replying to reviews. Once again, I'm so sorry to have left you hanging.

SIDE NOTE: If any of you read As It Was Made To Be, I will be posting a monster update sometime this month. And when I say monster, I mean monster. Like 10 000+ words.