Naomi's mouth opens, she works it, but no words seem to want to come out. She closes it again.

"I'll make coffee then shall I?" Emily cocks her head to one side.

Naomi points to the kitchen, eyes still wide.

"Yes, I know where the kitchen is Naomi; I did used to live here, remember?" She waltzes past Naomi, heads for the small kitchen. Naomi's head whips round as she watches Emily saunter past. Did she just wiggle her hips..? Naomi becomes aware all of a sudden that she's wearing just a bathrobe...She finds her voice finally.

"I should get changed" She stands, hesitates for a moment, nods to herself, and heads for her bedroom. Calls out over her shoulder "You know where everything is, right?"

"Yep, " no problem" Emily hears the bedroom door close, lets out an explosive breath, just being in this flat again makes her heart beat faster, She steadies herself against the counter top, concentrates on taking a couple of breaths. "Coffee, right". She says to herself. Reaches up automatically to where they used to put cups, they're still there. She reaches over hand falling onto the kettle, fills it from the tap, which she still has to twist hard to make it stop dripping. She smiles to herself. Emily looks around the small kitchen, notices the small things that haven't changed at all, there's still a piece of wallpaper peeling off from the wall behind the fridge, still a money plant on the windowsill. Still 3 mismatched chairs tucked under the small table. She walks to the fridge, goes to open it, takes in a breath as she sees the small note still attached to fridge. It simply says "Milk x" she remembers writing it on the morning they finally bust up, on the day that Naomi asked her, no, told her to leave, and never to come back. Everything has remained the same. It's as if she's never been away. The kettle finishes boiling, she pours the water into the cups, black for her, half water half milk for Naomi, and she carries them into the small lounge, calls out to the still closed door

"Like what you've done to the place"

Inside the bedroom Naomi is pacing frantically backwards and forwards across the small space at the end of her bed. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck". She idly takes off the bathrobe, she not really thinking as she pulls on the nearest thing, a baggy white shirt, she pulls on some loose linen trousers. She steadies herself "Calm..." and puts a hand on the door knob. It rests there for a moment, takes it off again. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK" she closes her eyes, takes a breath, opens the door, smiles. "What was that?"

"I said I like..." the sentence goes unfinished as Emily sees Naomi coming out of the bedroom, she watches as Naomi ties back her hair, arms raised, she can see every detail underneath the almost transparent shirt, she gulps, makes a conscious effort to stop staring, and looks Naomi in the eye rather than the...

"I said I like what you've done to the place, all the changes you've made, really stamped your personality on the place" she says ironically. Naomi says nothings, smiles, nods in agreement. As she looks around Emily can see all the things that haven't changed, there on the wall she can see the blobs of paint from tester cans she tried out one bored Saturday afternoon. The same pictures on the walls.

"Yeah well, I don't seem ever to have the time, y'know. Work keeps me fairly busy."

"Yeah, you always did work too much." Interrupts Emily, she's wandering around the small flat looking intently at all the stuff that used to be some routine, so familiar, so mundane. It all seems to have specially meaning now; she picks up small mementos, and studies pictures. Anything to not look at Naomi's chest.

Naomi watches her walk around the flat. "Some-one had to earn some money"

Emily looks up sharply, looks Naomi in the eyes, a pained expression on her face. Naomi regrets the snide comment she closes her eyes briefly, "Sorry, that's in the past"

Emily nods, and then gives a cry of surprise as she sees a jacket hanging on the back of the door that she thought she's lost. "Wondered where that had gone." Her heart sinks a bit as she sees a small cardboard box with her name on it sitting by the door. She looks over to Naomi, who says nothing, face set, unreadable, and wanders over to it to look in. It has some knick knacks; some old CD's and a few bits of jewellery. She looks up as Naomi finally says

"I put stuff in there...take it out again. "

Emily nods, says nothing. The silence engulfs them as they both seem lost for words. Finally Naomi breaks the silence, shrugs:

"What do you want?"

Emily says nothing for a moment, "Cook asked me come, he said you were pretty messed up."

Naomi bristles. "Well, I'm fine, she raises her arm gestures to the door, "Thanks for concern, bit sidetracked, fine now..." She won't look at Emily, can hear her sigh nevertheless.

"Naomi, "she begins. Is cut off by the blonde.

"No.., Emily, please" Naomi is trying to be firm. "You made it perfectly clear what you feel; I don't need your pity."

It's Emily's turn to feel aggrieved. "Pity?" shakes her head, "I don't pity you, Naomi, I was concerned, Cook said you were pretty drunk and fucked up and I was worried."

Naomi again interrupts, "Oh yes, and we all know what drinking can lead to don't we Emily?" she looks into the elfin woman's eyes. "Don't we?" she repeats.

"Don't bring that up, that's unfair," Emily's throat closes and she flinches, "I was upset back then, I thought I was losing you."

"Losing me? Right," Naomi is starting to become angry, "So in order to try and not loose me, you turn up at my office, call my boss a "fat overbearing cow", and throw up over my first important client. Nicely done." She crosses her arms, she shakes her head, "You almost cost me my job, Emily"

Emily retaliates "Yes, your fucking precious fucking job, never mind our relationship was going down the fucking toilet, you nearly lost your job, that's way more important. She spits sarcastically.

"You selfish fucking cow, Naomi can hardly believe her ears, "You couldn't get a job, were jealous of mine, and you did everything you could to sabotage it, and us"

Emily takes in a sharp breath, "If you'd have paid any attention to US, you'd have noticed how you were changing, how you ignored me, couldn't wait to leave in the morning, came home later, and later. You couldn't have made it more obvious you wanted me out of your life."

Naomi is stunned, says quietly "That's not true." All the things I did for you. All stuff I bought"

Emily can't stand it, the same old arguments again and again."Yes, you bought me, I was just something you fucking bought."

Naomi is breathing hard, her eyes flash as the insults are hurled, same old twists. Same old defiance of the truth. She shakes her head, doesn't trust herself to say anything.

"Nothing to say? Makes a change" Emily feels the hot prick of tears at her eyes. Her voice breaks slightly "Naomi?"

There's a silence as they both realise they're getting nowhere fast. Emily tries to lighten the mood. Says quietly "She is a fat overbearing cow..." she smiles slightly.

"Emily," it's a warning from Naomi.

"Sorry," Emily takes a breath, takes a couple of steps closer, "I didn't come here to argue with you" She reaches out, hesitates, and finally takes one of Naomi's hands, and leads her to the sofa. Naomi says nothing, stares at her hand as she's lead to the sofa, and almost on automatic pilot, sits down.

"I really was concerned" Emily says simply, "Cook said you were pretty out of it."

"You turned me down, "Naomi almost whispers it, "I wanted you back, you turned me down, I just wanted to forget."

Emily shuffles closer, reaches out and rubs her thumb along the tattoo on Naomi's inner arm, "I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore?"

Naomi Shudders at the touch lets out a shaky breath. "I don't, you're too stubborn." Smiles sadly.

Emily moves closer still, "You're Arrogant" her eyes move to Naomi's lips.

Naomi leans in, whispers, "You're cynical," Closes her eyes, as Emily's head tilts to one side, and is lead by her mouth as it makes gentle contact with Emily's. She hears a whimper from Emily "Please."

The kiss deepens and its Naomi's turn to shudder as Emily's fingers brush against a breast, the nipple instantly and almost painfully erect. She feels Emily's full weight on her as they continue to kiss, becoming more frantic as emotions are channelled in an entirely different way. Emily's hand crushes against Naomi's breast, as Naomi arches into it. She breaks from their kisses, to release a shaking breath, cries out as Emily sucks at her neck, "Jesus"

Emily's hands work their way across Naomi's body, finds the hem of the large shirt and work their way underneath it, and using just the lightest of touches with her nails, runs her hands along Naomi's ribcage back to her breasts taking her time to caress and circle each nipple. Her hands travel back down Naomi's body, finds the tie string that hold up the loose trousers. She works a hand downwards, pauses for moment as she encounters the elastic of Naomi's Knickers. It's Naomi's turn to plead, as she arches upwards, and Emily pushes further, feeling the heat and slickness there. Naomi cries out as Emily's fingers work their way into her. Emily kisses her deeply as Naomi moves in time with her fingers.

It doesn't take long.

OooooO

Emily comes back into the bedroom carrying toast and tea on a tray; she places it at the end of the bed, and shrugging off Naomi's bathrobe climbs back into bed with her. They grin stupidly at each other as they silently munch at their supper. As Naomi takes a welcome gulp of tea, Emily asks innocently "What's the stain on the carpet, by the TV"

Naomi almost chokes. Looks embarrassed "Erm, it was nothing, an accident..."

Emily looks confused, decides not to press the point, shrugs "Right."

They fall silent again, not wanting to break the spell. Naomi finally coughs quietly, reaches out for Emily's hand, "So?" she asks tentatively.

"So..." Emily answers, "You're still in love with me"

"Yeah, I am" Naomi looks down, plays with her fingers nervously.

"I'm still in love with you." Emily says, almost a whisper.

They look into each other eyes, as Emily reaches out to the tattoo, "Will it be enough?"

Naomi leans in, "It'll have to do for the time being. "

After some wriggling the tray falls to the floor. It leaves another stain.

A/N We're not done yet...