A/N: I've always found Katie's banters with Naomily amusing, so here's a little filler with the couple. Thanks for reading and all the lovely words. Enjoy (:

The girls parted and went their separate ways for the remainder of the day, though the promise of that night still lingered in the air.

Katie knew that she had to stop by her sister's place in order to collect her belongings, assuming that she was still going to go through with this. Neither of them had mentioned the kiss since it happened. In fact, Effy made it easier for them to avoid bumping into each other by going out, although Katie found herself wondering where and she felt alone without her presence.

She shouldn't though, right? I mean, feel alone? Miss 'I've never not had a boyfriend' wasn't known for having any human emotions.

Neither was Effy.

Truth be told, Katie Fitch wasn't sure how to feel.

The left side of her brain was telling her that it was for the best to let it be, because that's what Effy did. No strings attached, no intricate thought processes, no implications behind her brash actions. A kiss was just a kiss, nothing more. It was an impulse. Effy was just splashing about and she didn't care who got wet, as Cook said so often himself.

However, the right side of her brain was replaying the image ceaselessly.

Katie couldn't understand why. It wasn't like she was gay… no, that was totally Emily's thing!

It didn't matter that scientifically speaking, twins had more chances of sharing their orientation than other siblings. It didn't matter that she would watch the sway of Effy's hips when she left the room—or rag on that Campbell lezzer—more than was socially acceptable.

And it definitely didn't matter that she didn't seem to care about any of the above…

The apartment was surprisingly tidy and neat, not sharing any resemblance with Effy's messy past. Katie still had the taste of vodka and cigarettes in her mouth, a blend which she would have thought was gross if someone had described it to her and probably refuted it with a few choice words.

But it was actually bittersweet, a word that was so distinctly Effy.

You wanted to hate it, but towards the end it left you hanging on the edge and you just wanted to reach up and—no… no, no, no! Not even if she was the last person on the face of this Earth!

Effy Stonem was not going to get to her this way! She could capture the weak, like Freddie, Cook, and JJ, but not her. Not Katie fucking Fitch.

Katie had known from the start that this had been a suicide mission. Trying to get a Stonem to open up about anything would always be a challenge, but she didn't imagine that it would be sealed with the fucking kiss of death!

Okay, so she meant for that to be alot more dramatic…

Clearly, she failed. So can you get over it, please? Fuck's sake, brain.

Katie didn't have a lot to work with in Effy's bathroom, but she figured that it was because the other girl had such a natural beauty, while the rest of them had to work hard at impressing others. Not that she had to impress her sister, or least of all Naomi Campbell. But she always liked to make an entrance.

A cautionary voicemail, seven texts, and one phone call later, Katie was standing at the door of Mrs. and Mrs. Campbell's. She tapped her foot impatiently on the concrete, but not too hard because she didn't want to ruin them.

It was probably two seconds too late to reach her grace period when someone finally opened the goddamn door.

Katie opened her mouth to argue with the new presence, but she found her lips curling into a gentle smile at the sight of her younger twin. "Emsy!" she greeted her sister with a quick hug, before pulling back after taking a few whiffs of the air around her with a scrunched up nose. "You smell like sex."

Emily was sure that she had turned at least three different shades of red (none of them like her hair though), before her mouth finally dropped open to speak. "Yeah, well, that's usually what couples do when they don't have their twin sister poking her head into their bedroom every five minutes," she retorted with a pointed look, trying to make Katie feel guilty.

The problem was that obviously Ems forgot who she was talking to, because Katie never felt guilty about anything.

"It happened once, and honey, I didn't need to see any of that," Katie practically snorted, before glancing over her shoulder into the household. "Well, are you two decent enough for me to collect my things?" she asked expectantly, a teasing little grin tugging on the corner of her lips. "Because your hair looks like sex too..."

Suddenly, a pair of arms appeared and wrapped around Emily's waist, while a certain blonde peered over Emily's shoulder and blocked Katie's view from the rest of the house. "Sex hair? Mmm, jealous?" Naomi chuckled in an amused tone, to which she got a glare from Katie.

"Nice to see you too, Katiekins."

Katie merely waved her hand and rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, Campbell," she remarked, after Naomi clearly pushed the right button to get her going. But luckily, Emily caught wind of it before that gust of wind blew the ashes of the infamous Campbell vs. K. Fitch fire around.

"I actually packed up all your things for you," Emily said sweetly with a smile, though her brow furrowed when she realized that it might be taken the wrong way. "I mean, you can stay as long as you'd like, but you just sounded so flustered that I—"

"Thanks, Ems," Katie mumbled as she moved passed them and into the house, seeing her bags stacked up and leaning against the new couch. They got rid of the old one ages ago and she'd heard enough suck face noises to know that they had baptised it with their lezzer ways. For some reason, she found herself wondering what Effy would have thought of that…

The couch, of course, not the lezzer ways!

"So, someone actually rattled the knobs of Katie Fitch? Do tell," Naomi said with a grin in her voice, grunting a bit when her girlfriend elbowed her in the side.

Katie turned to face the pair with her hands on her hips, her unapologetic stare drifting from one face to the other. She then sighed, shaking her head as she began to collect her things. "Doubt you'll understand if you're going to be such a bitch about it," she muttered under her breath, pausing when she saw Naomi move over to help her, followed shortly by Emily.

Both of them had that curious 'cat ate the canary' expressions on their faces, like they knew something that she didn't and it damn well pissed her off.

"Look, I don't know how long you two have locked yourself up in here, but out there in the real world? People don't bloody look at you like that. Cheeky cows," Katie stated matter-of-factly, huffing a little as she heaved her bag towards the cab.

"And why the fuck are these so heavy?"

Naomi rolled her eyes in response, while Emily toyed with her bottom lip a bit, although she knew that she shouldn't feel guilty. "I dunno, they're your things, Katie," the younger twin said, though her husky voice was clearer and not as submissive as before. She had grown up a ton now, especially into her own skin.

Once all of the bags were in the cab, Katie finally turned back to the couple, who were actually being quite nice and not displaying too much public affection for her sake. Naomi would initiate things sometimes, just to piss her off. But today, the tosser was behaving herself.

Hmm, dully noted…

"Well," Katie began, not sure how she was ever going to bring herself to thank the blonde for letting her stay. Their past animosity with each other still surfaced every now and then, although she knew that Naomi made her sister happy. That's really all that mattered, their power struggle and cattiness aside.

Yeah, so a part of Naomi wanted to drag this out and lead Katie into spilling her guts all over her shoes. But another part had actually taken a liking to her, simply because she was so blunt about shit and she was the only other person who could ever rival her love for Emily. It was different, of course, but both were infinite.

Plus, Emily was giving her one of those 'please don't embarrass her' looks.

So in an act of good faith, or maybe just out of the desire to be on Emily's good side for the rest of her (shaggable) life, Naomi bit her lower lip in thought and then nodded with a smile. "You're welcome," she said, to which Katie uttered a sigh of relief. But she wasn't off the hook just yet.

"So, moving in with the enemy, huh?"

"Fuck's sake, Emily, you told her?" Katie said in exasperation, knowing that she'd never hear the end of it now. Even if she was one foot into the cab and she could easily avoid this conversation by driving away. Yeah… yeah, that's exactly what she was going to do!

Fucking Campbell…

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! We were in the middle of—" Emily began, only to be cut off by Katie's hand drifting in the air, sticking out of one of the backseat tinted windows.

"Don't," Katie stated, before moving her shades down from where they rested on her head and over her eyes, before flashing them both a grin. "Have fun! I don't want to hear about any of it!" She could hear her sister laughing as she nearly toppled over into the blonde, who embraced her as she waved. Once they were out of her earshot, she muttered,

"I'm sure the neighbors will credit me for having lived there for so long."

But her usual sharp sarcasm wasn't lacing her words, her lips parting into a sigh as she looked up ahead into the side rearview mirror and saw the happy couple walking hand-in-hand back into their home.