I'm a bad BAD writer! I should have posted this AAAGES ago but I didn't because I'm a bad writer. This chapter is extra long (...for me) and contains stuff that I think will please you so I hope it makes up for the long wait. What also should be said is that this is the last chapter before the Epilogue. It's sad but we all knew this camp had to come to a close sooner or later anyway, I bid you good reading and I really hope you leave me lots of love and reviews :)

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9.

It wasn't like last time. Last time was tame and secretive, I had been nervous and curious, wanting to see if a body like hers, which was decidedly female, could interest me, could excite me at all. This time however I knew what I was in for. I had seen her porcelain skin, felt her curves and knew just how much they could make me feel. This time I wasn't nervous at all, this time I wanted her to catch me.

She looked at me warily as I briskly stripped to my underwear and jumped under the steamy water, groaning quietly as I felt my stiff muscles relax. Once I had felt all the dirt and stress from the past few days wash down the drown I looked up through hooded eyes to find her staring at me, her look undiscernible but sending chills through my body anyway. I wanted to yell at her, I know you still want me! I can see it in your eyes,' but I knew I needed to stick to my loosely formed plan I had made on the ride over if only I could remember it. Something about looking sexy, about being almost uncontrollable with need around her- no. Her uncontrollable with need around me. I couldn't think when I could still feel that gaze on me, twice as hot as the water running down my back. It was practically turning to steam from the heat of her look.

"Hurry up Em" some slut interrupted, causing Emily's eyes to move away from me and my aching body and allowing me to think, to breathe. "Or they'll be yelling at us to get out before you're even in." I willed myself not to go over there and tell the bitch that we were in the middle of something but then Emily smiled and started taking off the shapeless camouflage clothes and I thought that maybe she wasn't that much of a slut after all.

I tried to tell myself to not look for a little bit. Make her want me to look at her before I melted her with my stare but my body, as proven before, had a mind of its own when it came to Emily Fitch and I barely kept myself from eye fucking her so hard that everyone in the showers around us stopped to gawp. I felt a heat spread through my body that had nothing to do with the water as she stepped under the jet of water, her red hair sticking in strands to her face and making my mind flash back to the night in the hootchie, making my body ache for nothing but her. Who needed food when I could have a half naked Emily Fitch in my sight all day?

She was wearing purple underwear. Matching. Purple. Underwear. and my eyes were riveted as I watched the water trace its path down her body, dripping onto the lace and turning it close to black, the dark colour making her pale skin stand out so much. My mouth went dry. It seemed the water had found a better place to collect itself and I tried to slow the feelings coursing through me but just then her smouldering brown eyes had connected with mine and I nearly had to grab hold of the wall for support. I kept my eyes locked on hers, watching the swirling brown depths and keeping track of the rivulets of water that ran down her cheek and down her soft neck. The amount of control it took to keep me from striding over there and catching the water with my tongue was immense and maybe she could see that in my eyes because her tongue, her amazing, talented, soft tongue, darted out to run along her bottom lip, catching the small water drops there and sending waves of desire crashing into me. Was she completely oblivious to the things she made me feel or did she just like toying with my head and libido?

I had to gain some ground, turn the tables and make her feel as crazy I was feeling.

I grabbed my shampoo and tried to wash my hair as erotically as possible. I felt like an idiot but as I hazarded a glance to where she was standing, effortlessly sexy, I saw that her eyes were black, the controlled flirtatious look I had seen her wear often gone and in its place a raw hunger that made me confident that she was feeling exactly the same as me.

With a yell from outside we all started to turn the showers off, grabbing our stuff and getting dressed quickly. I had just managed to get my pants on when Emily came up to me, her smell amplified by the shower and making my head spin.

"You know you're much sexier when you don't try." I blushed as I realised I must have looked as stupid as I felt while washing my hair but then that thought was wiped from my mind as I realised just how close her lips were to my ear, how I could feel the warmth of her body along my back and how her voice seemed so much more husky than usual. I shivered and tried to stop the smile taking over my face as I heard her giggle quietly at my reaction. Just for a second all the sexual tension left my body and I wanted to turn around and hug her, feel the shape of her smile pressed against my neck, hold her forever. But then of course, her breathe ghosted across my ear and the urge changed to needing to slam her against the nearest hard surface, ignoring all the girls around us and kissing until the buses had well and truly gone. Kissing until we were the only two left behind.

She moved away and the cold air seemed to mock me.

"For fuck sake," I muttered, rolling my eyes at my own patheticness and striding out the door. Maybe the freezing night air would do me good.


"So," she said quietly and the word seemed to echo awkwardly around the silent hootchie. "Did you have fun shooting?"

Touch me, I asked her in my head, the memory of her lying behind the weapon making my heart thump crazily again. The way her bright red hair blew around her perfectly still face, the way the muscles in her legs tensed so that you could see it through the baggy camouflage pants. Touch me.

"Yeah," I replied, flinching when I heard it echo just as awkwardly. We had talked before. Sure we had also taken up the silences with other, much more invigorating activities but surely we could talk to each other like normal people. "It was really fun."

Fun? Fun was a way you described your sixth birthday party. It wasn't the way you described the exhilarating rush that firing a weapon gave you, the elated feeling when you saw you actually got it on the target and the overwhelming smugness of when you beat all the meat head guys around you. Fun didn't even come close but it was said now and as much as I wanted to reach into the air and snatch it back, I left my hands by my sides. So close to her, I could feel the warmth of her body soaking into my left hand, making tingles run up and down my arm. Was this normal? I vaguely wondered if I was having a stroke but I decided even if I was I didn't want to move.

Touch me.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice deliciously husky. "Fun."

And then I leant the meaning of awkward silence. I could hear the bush noises, insects and animals, I could hear her shallow breathing, could hear her fingers clenching and unclenching beside her.

Touch me.

"So how did you go?" I asked hurriedly just as she had rushed out "Did you do well?"

We chuckled but it didn't break the awkwardness that head spread itself through our previously labelled hootchie of loving. She shifted and her hand was closer than ever. I could literally feel the electricity between us; it made the hairs on my hand stand on end, like they were trying to get closer to her too.

"You first," I mumbled, thankful that the darkness covered my red cheeks.

"Sixty," she replied and I instantly wished I didn't have to tell her mine. It seemed embarrassing now, embarrassing not only that I had got it but that I was proud of it.

"One hundred and thirty six," I mumbled quietly, taking my mind off the awkwardness of now with thoughts about Emily shooting. Her hair, her legs, the way her whole body jerked back from the recoil, the slow sexy smile that spread across her face when she saw the perfect little hole in the target.

"It was your second time shooting yeah?" she said, breaking through my thoughts about imaginary Emily, the fact that she had remembered that tiny fact making my score feel not so bad. I let the tiny smile that had been on my face since Emily had started talking come back.

"Yeah." Touch me!

"You did good then," Her voice is so deliciously husky and I was trying, I was really trying but she filled my mind, her smell, the softness of her hair, a lock of it resting innocently against her shoulder. Her whole body is burning, drowning in red. "I've been shooting lots."

A younger Emily positioned behind the giant weapon, the amount of power in her small body eclipsed by the harsh metal and plastic object in front of her. Young Emily barely able to pick up the heavy weapon, a slightly older Emily learning just how to hold it right, practising over and over again until it's perfect, that leg lifting up at the side just like it had earlier that day. I couldn't think of anything else, she wove around and around my thoughts, leaving me panting and wanting.

Touch me!

"So you've been having fun so far?" Emily asked and I wondered why we were avoiding this. I knew, I saw her watching me before, remembered the way she had lent down so her smell enveloped me and sent shivers down my spine. I knew it was what she wanted and how could she not know it was what I wanted? Still, we both lay there, talking about what we had gotten up to, the best parts of the camp avoiding the obvious one; That Night, and studiously ignored the growing tension in our hootchie. I swear I could barely breathe for it.

"Taking down that town was good," she said, her voice cracking slightly on the last word. "And shooting was...fun."

TOUCH ME.

"Yeah, they'd be my favourite parts too. Did you see when Bradley set all his flare matches off at once?"

"Yeah."

"It was...fun," I muttered, too embarrassed to go through with the story. What was I supposed to say? My mind was complete mush, the only thing going through it was,

TOUCH ME.

I tried to even out my breathing before she noticed anything was wrong with it, forcing the image of her showering out of my head. Her dark slick red hair, her pale skin which I knew from experience, was as soft as it looked.

I shook my head, the movement moving me even closer to her. I couldn't just hear her breathing anymore, I could feel it, it became a part of me and I didn't even realise when I started moving my chest up and down at the same time as her. I didn't even notice it because it just felt so natural.

TOUCH ME!

"So the food's pretty shit," I joked, nearly choking on the words as they came out.

She chucked.

Sucked it a breath.

And continued. It was quick but the silence as she drew in a breath seemed to last an eternity.

"Yeah, the trick is to go for the chicken and-"

"Touch me!"

I hadn't even registered that I had said it aloud before she was on top of me, her mouth finding mine effortlessly and her tongue sliding to meet mine harshly. I was so confused, one second we had been talking about food and now; but my body knew exactly what to do and I responded eagerly, my hand pushing through her hair before dragging down her neck, my nails digging in enough to make her shiver and push into me harder. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think because finally I was kissing Emily Fitch and my head was full of red and my mouth was full of her. I needed her closer and as if she had read my thoughts my shirt was off and flung on top of our packs, her mouth barely even leaving mine as she did it and I wondered what had happened to the shaky slow hands from last time. When her nails ran gently down my bare stomach to the top of my camouflage pants I realised I didn't care and focussed on getting her out of her own shirt as quickly as possible.

It was different from last time; last time, as much as I had wanted her out of her clothes, I had been savouring everything. I had been testing the waters, still unsure about her body and about the things she could make me feel but now I knew exactly what I wanted and soon our clothes were buried down the bottom of the sleeping bags and the sight of her in matching purple underwear was driving me insane. Of course Emily couldn't just wear normal panties while on camp, she had to wear the smallest and sexiest underwear she owned.

My heart was beating funny as she slowly too off my bra, her eyes so dark and hot it felt like they were burning me.

"You're beautiful," she whispered and my chest started to ache, the funny beating getting even worse and making my head spin. I didn't want this moment to stop, ever, but I couldn't breathe and my heart was racing so hard it was hurting. Surely that was from seeing her half naked, feeling her weight on top of me, feeling her unbelievably soft and sweet tongue rubbing so amazingly against mine and her warm hands which were roaming all over my body and making me feel things that I could barely comprehend. Surely it was all those things and not that we were going to be leaving tomorrow, back home to our respective units and cities. It was definitely the fact that her tongue was insanely skilled and not that I wouldn't see her again for another year.

"Where are you?" she whispered into my ear and her voice almost made me forget what I had been thinking and strip her of her final layer but I knew it needed to be said.

"We go home tomorrow, what happens after that? Is this just a camp fling?" I cursed my voice for nearly cutting out and met her eyes, the usually brown orbs almost black from her want. She didn't answer me; instead her lips were on mine once again, burning me again but it felt wrong. Her lips were hard and insistent and her hands which before were melding into my body like they were a part of now were now moving roughly across my skin but me. Stupid ignorant and cowardly me didn't say anything.

With a growl she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, her perfect tits revealed to me. I couldn't help it, I knew something was up but she was gorgeous and half naked on top of me! It wasn't until my hands had gotten used to the soft mounds and I was back kissing her, my hands wondering across skin I had never even dreamed of touching that I felt the wetness hit my cheek.

Tears.

Emily was crying.

Emily Fitch was crying.

Emily Fitch was crying over me.

I pulled her face away from mine; gently at first but then harder when she wouldn't move away.

"Em," I whispered to the dark of the hootchie. "It'll be okay. I promise."

"But you don't know that," she said and her voice was so small, so sad and it was that moment that I knew that she was feeling exactly like I was feeling, maybe even more because she wasn't scared. Of the fact that I was a girl, of the extent of her feelings and of taking things to far too quickly.

"Okay I don't," I whispered back, thinking of how easy it was to hear things during the night. "But I find you...you make me feel things that I've never felt before and I don't want to give that up without a fight. I've always been alone Emily," I say, looking into her red-rimmed eyes determinedly as she tried to hide them behind her hands. "But when I'm with you I feel less lonely. You make me want to try for something and no one has been able to do that so far. You're...you're...miraculous," I said, almost yelling at myself for being such a sop but stopping myself when I saw her face; still sad, still scared, still a bit horny. It looked like the stupid little speech had worked and I watched happily as a watery smile lit up her face.

"I guess you're okay," she said, her face turning serious in an instant and the yell was just about to leave my mouth, I say a whole speech about how I'll fight for us and all I get is an OK?, but then she's grinning and giggling through the last few tears that are pooling at the corners of her eyes and I pull her close to me instead; our bare chests colliding.

But that moment was over, I mean sure, I definitely still wanted to do things with her, I would always want to do things with her but it was late and the whole day had been draining and right now she looked to cute snuggled up to me that I almost had to slap myself to stop the soppy thoughts.

I wriggled down until I was right next to her, forcing myself to not think about whatever would happen in the morning instead listening to her soft breathing broken by the occasional sob or hiccup.

"Hey," I whispered, stroking her hair in a very un-Naomi like way but then I thought to the whole camp and the whole thing was very un-Naomi like. "Don't cry anymore."

She didn't answer but her sniffles stopped and a deliciously warm hand slid up my stomach to the underside of my breast. Okay, screw what I had said before, I was definitely ready to get right back to where we started but it seemed Em had other ideas. Her hand pushed slightly until I could feel my heart beat against it, the beats calming me down again with their steady rhythm.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten," she counted to the banging of my chest over and over again, her husky voice sending me closer and closer to sleep. As her counting echoed around and around in my head I pictured the kinds of thought I would have next time I had to count paces.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."


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