I tried to put Naomi and what happened between us out of my mind, I really did; but after a few days if ignoring her altogether and throwing myself in to working and spending time with Effy or Lara and Albert I'm alone in the flat and my fingers itch as I pick up my phone and just stare at it for a while before I finally give in. Naomi's offer to 'talk' is still fresh in my mind, but as I type out a quick text to her asking her to come over talking is the lastthing on my mind. I don't have to wait long for a reply that tells me she's on her way over.

She must have taken a taxi over because in next to no time the buzzer's going off for the security door downstairs and I wait anxiously at the door for her to make her way upstairs. She seems to take forever like she's dragging her feet and by the time she reaches my landing I've managed to push down my anxiety and replace it with the mask of confidence I've been putting on my whole life.

Naomi looks less certain as she walks towards me. She's wearing sweats and a hoodie and her hair is damp and tussled from the rain making her look like she's just rolled out of bed and she looks fucking adorable. "Got your text, what's up-"I don't give her a chance to finish as I pull her inside the flat and push her up against the closed door. I kiss her and her hands go to my hips, pulling me in close against her. I feel a familiar ache between my legs the second her hands are on me and I can't believe I've managed to last three whole days without calling her. Right now I don't think I can wait three seconds to get her in to my bed. My hand clamps on to the waistband of her trousers and I feel her hiss as my nails scrape against her stomach. Her blue eyes are soft and glazed as our lips part and fuck it; we might not make it to my room never mind my bed.

"What happened to just needing someone to talk to?" She pants and I can't help but rolls my eyes at her. Like she really thought she was coming over to 'talk'.
"If I want someone to talk to I've got Lara you daft cow." My words are harsh but they're softened by my teasing tone and my nails once again brushing against her stomach.
"Ok…so what do you want from me?"Either she's fucking thick or she's trying to play me, to get me to admit exactly what I want from her. I'm not really sure myself right now to be honest. It's weird to want something for so long and then to suddenly get it. I'm not sure how far I want to take things; all I can think of is the soft skin underneath my fingers. "And I thought you were supposed to be smart Campbell." I smirk at her as I drag her the short distance down the hall to my room and I don't miss the way her eyes widen and her breathing grows faster as she anticipates what's about to happen.

"Katie-" Her voice shakes as the door closes. It's pretty late in the afternoon and the rain has already blocked out what little sunlight there is, so with the curtains drawn the room is in darkness as I pull her towards my bed, already tugging impatiently at her clothes. I toss her hoodie aside and kiss her, silencing her before she starts spouting why this is so wrong. I already know it's wrong, but as I shove her down on to my bed it's not enough to stop me.
"I said no talking!" I snap at her sternly and climb on to her lap as she stares up at me with those big blue eyes of hers. I place a finger to her lips and feel her breath, hot and ragged against it. She wants this as much as I do and I'm not about to let her talk either of us out of it. "So shut the fuck up, yeah?"

She takes my advice and falls silent as I carry on kissing her. My hands are practically fucking shaking as I pull my own top over my head and then tug at her sweatpants. Her eyes settle on my chest and her fingers find the clasp on my bra. She fumbles over it though and I giggle as I hear her mutter and curse under her breath. She's so fucking impatient; it's something we have in common. Her lip juts out at not being able to tackle the troublesome bra. I can't help myself as I dip my head down to take her pouting lip between my own lips and suck on it, causing her to groan in to my mouth and forget all about my bra. I help her out by unfastening it for her and tossing it aside. Her attention returns to my chest along with her mouth. "Fuck!" She hisses as my nails find her back again but it doesn't stop her. I push her back down on to the bed and she looks up at me with a face like thunder for interrupting her. It's just tough though, because right now I'm very much in charge of things and the sooner she learns that the better. I tug her sweatpants down and as I lie down on top of her my lips find hers at the same time as my hand snakes between her legs and I really don't think she has a problem with me being on top anymore.

Hours later we finally pull apart and lie completely naked under the covers in a surprisingly easy silence. I've almost fallen asleep when I feel the mattress shift and hear Naomi searching the floor for her clothes. I turn over to look at her just as she's got her bra on and she's pulling her t-shirt on. She freezes with her shirt half on and I can see the scratch marks that have spread to her stomach. I feel myself getting turned on again but I know Effy will be home soon and I'm pretty sure Naomi will freak out if she catches us at it. "Hungry?" I ask her, trying to break the awkward silence as she just looks at me. She shrugs back at me as she finished getting ready and I'll take that as a yes.

I slip out of bed with the duvet wrapped around me. I'm pretty confident about my body, but not enough to parade around naked in front of Naomi. I ignore the pile of clothes on the floor and pull out some pyjamas from my drawers in the corner of my room. Despite the rain it's quite warm so I choose shorts over long trouser bottoms; I don't miss the way Naomi's gaze rakes over my thighs. I may have chosen the shortest shorts I own and they've definitely caught her attention. I smirk all the way to the kitchen as I feel her eyes on me from behind.

She suggests ordering a pizza but I'm supposed to be dieting for this exhibition I'm going to next week and there are only so many vices I can get away with in one day; I'm pretty sure shagging my twin's ex, again, fills my daily quota. So as I rummage around the kitchen making us a healthy pasta she leans against the bench just watching me again. I roll my eyes at her and tease her. "Are you just going to stand there perving? Make yourself useful and get some bowls out."
"Hey, I'm very useful!" She objects and that fucking pout is back on her face. It takes all of my will power to stop myself from walking over to her and biting her lip. As she walks over to the cupboard where the bowls are kept though she deliberately brushes against me and it's like an electric current shoots straight through my body and settles between my thighs.

"Really?" She almost drops the bowls as I slide up behind her, my chest pressed against her back as my lips find her neck, grazing against the spot on her collarbone that I happen to know is particularly sensitive. I have no intention of letting her tease me and get away with it, so I intend on showing her I can give as good as I get; except she switches our positions without warning and I'm suddenly pushed up against the bench and she smirks like she's suddenly won. I think in the time she's been away she seems to have forgotten that I'm Katie fucking Fitch, and I always get what I want.

She tries to kiss me and I finally bite down on her lip hard enough to leave a mark. It's like I've flipped some kind of switch as her lips crash against mine and her hands cup my arse. I know exactly what she intends to do so I wrap my arms around her neck, crushing our lips even harder together as she lifts me up on to the bench. My shorts ride up and Naomi's eyes are drawn to the bite mark on the top of my thigh. I guess I'm not the only one leaving marks. She kisses me again and this time it's less rushed and somehow more intimate. Her tongue slips in to my mouth and I let out a moan as her hand sneaks under my shorts and she slips a finger deep inside of me. My hips surge forward to meet her and I wrap my legs around her back, pushing her deeper inside of me. She might be shit at taking off bras but she's knows exactly what she's doing when it comes to everything else. She adds a second finger and sets an agonizingly slow pace that does nothing but wind me up, but the more I squirm and try to spur her on the slower she gets, deliberately taunting me. She wants to be in charge this time and I let her if it means she'll pick up the fucking pace. "Fuck…Naomi-"
"Katie, I'm home!"

Shit! I push Naomi away, instantly missing the feeling of her inside me and try to adjust my shorts so I look a little less, well, shagged. Before I get a word out Naomi ducks to the floor out of sight behind the kitchen cupboards. I step around the counter and try to lean casually against it as Effy strolls in, unaware that she's chosen the worst possible moment to walk in. Effy knows I've been with Naomi and to be honest I don't think she'd be that fazed to walk in and see us fucking on the kitchen bench, but I know Naomi will freak out if she finds out anybody knows so I go along with hiding her. "Hey Eff!" I greet her and my voice sounds strange, but with the pressure building between my legs it's a miracle I can still string a sentence together. As Effy tells me all about her day I can't really focus on what she's saying and I almost sigh with relief when she says she's going in the shower. The second she walks out Naomi gets to her feet and she looks ready to bolt out the door. After all of her teasing I'm not about to just let her walk out though so I grab her wrist and push her back against the counter. Effy always takes ages in the shower and the bathroom is all the way on the other side of the apartment, so as I lead Naomi's hand back down my shorts I'm pretty confident that we can get away with it

"Katie-" Her eyes widen and her hands freezes as she realises my intentions in stopping her from leaving.
"Naomi." I whine at her with my most wide eyed innocent expression I can pull off. It works and despite her better judgement her hand continues travelling down my shorts and she picks up where she left off; though she's being a bit quicker about it which suits me just fine. I bury my face in her shoulder to muffle my sounds as she finally pushes me over the edge and my muscle spasm almost painfully around her still pounding fingers.

"I should go." She whispers when I finally fall still and she's still inside of me. I nod at her, unable to find my voice as I'm lost in that post-sex haze that seems to scramble my brain. I want her to stay, but I can't swallow my pride and ask her to stay. So when she pulls out of me and goes to wipe her hand on her sweatpants I take her fingers in to my mouth. I stare her down as my tongue probes against her fingers and I hear her breath catch as my little plan to wind her up clearly works. She stares at me lost for words and I push a little harder.
"I'd say you could stay the night…but I don't think you could be quiet enough." I shrug up at her with my oh so innocent expression and I know it's like waving a red flag at a bull. She'll stay to prove a fucking point; and I suppose it's better than nothing.

Sure enough she stumbles forward and tips my chin up to meet her lips. The kiss that follows is passionate and intense as her skilful tongue finds its way in to my mouth and I can't help but think where I'd rather have it. She pulls away after I moan in to her mouth and she has a self-satisfied smirk on her lips. "Your loss." She places a quick peck on my lips before she turns to leave. "See you around Katie." Fucking bitch.

For once I forget about my pride and saving face and when I catch up to her in the hall I push her up against the wall, pinning her by the wrist and crushing our lips together. My legs slips between hers and my knee pushes up in just the right spot. "What was that?" Effy calls out from the shower as we're standing right opposite the bathroom door.
"Nothing!" I shout back and then drop my voice to a seductive purr as I lean in close to her. My hand once again finds the waistband of her trousers as I pull her towards my bedroom. "You better be fucking quiet Campbell!"
"Or what?" She challenges as she takes a seat on my bed and once again she's foolishly thinking she's calling the shots. She's always got to fucking push it, always got to have the last word. I shoot her a filthy look over my shoulder as I snap the lock on my door shut.
"Or I'll make you."

We spend the night shagging like rabbits and when I wake up in the morning Naomi's cuddled in beside me. She's sound asleep so for a little while I get to just lie there and think things through. I don't just want the sex, as great as it is, I want this. I want to wake up knowing she's going to be beside me. I want to be able to just cuddle in to her without it having to be about anything more. I want her to know how I really feel about her; but I can't help the niggling doubt in the back of my mind that she's still hung up on Ems and I'm not about to make a fool of myself for nothing.

I've got another early shoot so I have to drag myself out of bed and resist the urge to wake Naomi up. If we pick up where we left off last night I'll never get to work, so I leave her sleeping my bed. The photo shoot is pretty straight forward and I manage to squeeze in some quick retail therapy before I get back to the flat late in the morning. Effy's gone out but Naomi's still there. The second I walk in to the living room I can tell there's something wrong. Her expression is distant and I've got a horrible feeling she's about to give me a lecture on how wrong it that we're sleeping together, so I go on the defensive first as I dump my shopping bags on the sofa beside her. "You're still here then?"
"I was just leaving." She stands up just as I press play on my blinking answering machine and she stops in her tracks, guilt written all over her face as the message plays.

"Hey Katie, I lost my phone so I don't have your mobile number. Just letting you know I've booked my train tickets for the second week of August, so I'll see you and Eff soon!"

I stare at the answering machine for a moment, trying to look anywhere but at the blonde. I should have guessed it was about Emily. It's always about Emily. With everything that had been going on all week I'd almost forgotten that Emily was coming home in a few weeks and hearing her voice sends me crashing back down to reality as I finally look up at Naomi. "Yeah. That's probably a good idea."