Okay guys, here it is. The Big Kahuna, the chapter I've been steadily writing through Maths and Physics (I had to cross my fingers every lesson that the teacher wasn't going to check my 'work' over my shoulder). It didn't finish the way I was expecting...at all but I hope you enjoy it and leave a review before you leave. They make me smile like a dork and update a lot faster!

Disclaimer: I don't own Emily or Naomi I just take them for a dirty night out ocassionally :)


I was laying beside her, our sleeping bags so close that I could feel her warmth, feel her breathing and feel the tension in the thick air. She move, only slightly but enough so that her arm was touching mine and if I hadn't been entirely focussed on the quiet gasp that came from my mouth I would have heard the one from hers. The hootchie seemed to shrink in around us and even though the outside temperature was close to sub-zero I could have sworn it was a million degrees inside.

The outside noises decreased as our breathing picked up. At least the fast shallow breaths from beside me meant that I wasn't the only one feeling this way. We started to cook in our inferno.

My hand moved on its own accord, reaching out until it came into contact with the burning skin of her shoulder and I drank in the sound that escaped from her mouth. The nearly silent unstacking of her lips, the sigh that came before the husky moan that sent an unbelievable burn right through my body to settle deep in my stomach. It was insane that I was feeling like this; I hadn't ever been this turned on while pinned under a guy, sweaty naked bodies and all yet we had only just touched. If the feeling wasn't so amazing the fact that Emily Fitch held so much power over me would have scared me shitless.

"Naomi," she breathed and I cursed the way my heart sped up at the sound. If she said anything else it might just burst out of my chest to lay bloody and beating on the ground between us.

My hand was no longer obeying my brain and it ran up and down the length of her arm, the other one pushing me up so I could watch the goose bumps erupt across her skin at my touch.

"Please," she whispered and the burning I had been feeling low in my stomach burst into flames and the word, making it impossible for me to do anything other than get closer to her, feel her, kiss her.

Her lips were warm despite the cold temperature outside of our hootchie and I didn't hesitate for one moment, dragging my tongue across her bottom lip and exploding as she eagerly opened her mouth to meet me. I tried to contain myself, I honestly did but her body was just too far away and her lips hadn't left my skin even when I pulled away to gulp down the air that seemed too thick in our tent. With one hand I rolled so I was on top of her and with the other one I pulled her burning lips back up to mine.

Our breathing was so loud in the still night that the tiny part of my brain that was still thinking rationally was nervous that the sergeant sleeping barely twenty metres away would hear us but then that tiny voice was completely obliterated as Emily rolled us over, nearly crashing us into the sides of our plastic tent and slipping a strong thigh in between mine. I let out a gasp, unable to keep quiet with the things she was making me feel and I pushed hard against her, my hands frantically searching to find her bare skin. Why couldn't she have gone sans pants tonight?

I finally found the bottom of her shirt and instead of just slipping my hand up to touch the skin of her stomach, my hands shook and I pulled the shirt just the right way so that all the buttons easily slid open. The person who invented the quick release shirt was my best friend at that moment.

I had to stop. Just for a second to look at her. Her red hair, the first thing that had drew me to her was hanging past her face and tickling me where it touched my chest, a few strands sticking darkly to her sweaty face. Her eyes were looking right at me and in the dark of the hootchie they looked like pure black pools. My eyes kept on roaming down though, unable to stay on her face when so much of her creamy skin was on show. Her chest was heaving, black lace covered breasts moving up and down with it and I wondered how I had convinced myself I was straight for so long when the sight of Emily's breasts made me stop breathing and pull her down to kiss me. My desire was clearly evident from the way my mouth couldn't get enough of her taste and my body couldn't get enough of her.

She pulled back for a second, her black eyes finding mine and camo shirt hanging open so that it brushed against my stomach. It took so much self control to not lift my body up to meet hers. Her fingers were shaking as they undid my buttons, not nearly as much as mine had been but her approach was much slower so that by the time she finally pulled apart that camouflage material my whole body was shaking like I was behind a machine gun. I could see the annoyance in her gaze as it opened to my usual black t-shirt and with a bit of help from my shaking fingers I was soon in nothing but my bra, sparks shooting up my body as our bare stomachs collided.

I couldn't think, I could barely breathe but it didn't matter because her slick skin was creating the most amazing friction on my own and her hands where dancing everywhere but where I needed them. Before I knew what had happened her hands had pushed themselves under my bra and I exploded, all the fire from before becoming too much with this added inferno.

"Emily," I tried to groan but I couldn't get enough air into my lungs to speak louder than a whimper and I'm not sure if her hot mouth covering my own right after made it better or worse.

"Emily. Emily. Emily," I kept on repeating because there was nothing else going through my mind, just her and what her hands were doing to my body.

"Yes," she finally replied, her lips only a millimetre away from my own and I wondered if it was because, like me, she was unable to pull herself away any further.

"We need to stop." WHAT THE HELL! I didn't want that; why was stuff like that coming out of my mouth? What are you thinking you moron? I screamed into my head and Emily must have been thinking the same thing because she suddenly pulled away, my body suddenly freezing without her burning skin against my own.

"Oh," was all she said and it took a few moments for my brain to catch up with my body and only then could I actually form words.

"No! Not like that, I mean...it's just...I like...what are we doing?" Okay so maybe I was a little lax on the whole brain thing still.

"Well I thought that was fairly obvious." Her voice was huskier than usual and I tried to remain focus on the disaster starting to form but I couldn't, not when she was half naked on top of me, her hips still deliciously close to mine and not when I could still feel the fire that had consumed my body at her touch.

"I don't mean it like that...I just meant that like..." I yelled at myself inside my head because I couldn't get the words to come out and everything I said was making Emily's face colder and colder until the fire that had engulfed me moment ago turned to ice.

"It's okay Naomi," she said in that deliciously husky voice. "I understand."

I wanted to shake her and say how? when I didn't understand myself but instead I put on my shirt, my face burning as she climbed off me, not bothering to do her shirt back up. It was squishy in our conjoined sleeping bags but I still managed to feel too far away from her and her warmth. That night I fell asleep with the feeling of her heart beating it's rhythm against my back.


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Also, I'm going to my first rally next Saturday! Trying to get Australian same-sex couples the right to marry :) :)

P.S. I may have used up a bit of creative lisence with those quick release top...they actually have them! I didn't make that up and it's lots of fun while your standing up but trying to quickly undo someone elses while theyre lying down and you're on top of them =/ =/ that's where it gets tricky =P