Hey All - so lots of views which is great :) but i had anonymous reviews disabled on the last chapter. i've enabled them this time so hopefully i get some more reviews - if you don't like it - that's ok :) maybe offer a suggestion on how to improve it? i won't get offended! this is my first attempt at fan fiction so the guidance would be appreciated! anyway - here is chapter two!

Disclaimer: don't own em. duh. wish i did.

Naomi's POV
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Naomi made her way through the line at the club trying to fight her way to the door. She disliked clubs. Or rather, she disliked the people who were at clubs. So fucking wrapped up in themselves that they had no care for anyone else. Pushing her way through the last clump of girls, she found Effy leaning against the wall. Stopping and feeling triumphant about making her way, she bantered with her for a moment about Cook. When it appeared that Effy had closed the topic, Naomi looked to the ground wondering why she'd come.

She knew deep down that the only reason she'd come was to see her. Emily. Naomi wasn't even sure if she would be here tonight. The club wasn't really the red-head's scene either, but Naomi hadn't been able to resist the chance of seeing her. Even if it was just to observe.

As if reading her mind, Effy pointedly asked "No Emily?" Naomi was set to give the standard reply when Effy called out "Truth".

Naomi let out a slight sigh and debated whether to be honest. Oh, fuck it. "Is it that obvious?" she asked.

"It doesn't take a genius to work it out." Effy stated with a smile. Naomi smirked. Great.

"So?" Effy pushed.

"So I'm straight!" Naomi replied hurriedly. She knew it wasn't going to work. She knew Effy would see right through it, but she wouldn't go down without a little fight. When asked if she was sure, Naomi gathered her courage and finally asked "If I said no, would I regret it?"

"Probably," Effy started, "but, not because of me."

Naomi had to smile at that. Fucking truth. "We are objects of lust." She said with a small shrug trying to play it cool. Inside she was panicking. If the brunette could see it, who else could? Could her mum? Could their friends? Her thoughts were stopped by Effy asking whether it was making her feel good.

"Not really," Naomi lied, looking at the ground. She couldn't allow herself to give away more than she already had. She wasn't ready to admit to anyone just how good it felt to be with Emily. How right.

Effy turned and stood beside Naomi, "So, I suggest we go in there and get so monumentally fucked up that we forget all about…"

Naomi was still in her thoughts when she noticed the girl had stopped speaking. Following the brunettes gaze, she noticed Freddy and Katie in line a bit behind them. Naomi turned to Effy, giving her the same knowing look that had just been used on her. "You love him." She stated. Effy seemed terrified and replied with a soft and hesitant "no", but was saved from further comments by Thomas calling them up to the front of the line. He seemed overly excited next to her and Effy, bouncing on his feet and clapping his hands lightly. He was speaking about friends when Naomi started thinking about the red head again.

The girl was really the only true friend that Naomi had. There were others she talked to of course, but no one saw her quite the way Emily did. She didn't believe, didn't want to believe, anyone else when they told her they thought she could do anything. Not her mum, not her teachers, not her other friends. But Emily had said it with such sweet sincerity, such conviction, in that quiet raspy voice of hers.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Katie and Freddy joined them. Katie saying only a simple "Hey" to her caused confusion and she had to ask whether the girl was going to be her normal bitchy self. Katie replied softly, saying sure, maybe later. Naomi wondered if Emily had told her about them, but didn't imagine that this is how Katie would react to that news. She'd envisioned fire and flogging. Or at least yelling. Maybe some stabbing.

Thomas was too happy to notice the tension in the group and he pointed out that Cook and JJ had just arrived down the road. "Pandora is coming, and Emily is already inside." He stated cheerfully. Both Katie and Naomi looked at him when he said the girl's name. After a quick glance at each other, they both quickly made their way into the club. Freddy and Effy stayed behind lost in each other's gaze, though seemingly just waiting for Cook and JJ to catch up.

Naomi made her way to the bar, seeking much needed courage. Just knowing Emily was here had caused waves of emotion to flow through her. She ordered a Vodka 7, asking for another one after downing it. Once it was poured, she turned and looked over the dance floor at the mass of people. The band wasn't bad as she expected and found herself nodding her head to the beat. Katie ordered her drink and started to flirt with the bartender, ignoring Naomi which was fine with the blonde.

Sipping slowly, she easily spotted Emily dancing. How could anyone miss her? Naomi thought. She's fucking gorgeous. Naomi sat on a barstool, eyes locked on the girl who stirred sensations in her that she'd only read about. She watched her let the walls of shyness down, and she doubted she'd seen anything sexier. She watched the red-head move her body to the music. Watched as she stopped moving, losing herself in thought. Watched as the girl shook her head and started to dance again with new determination. Naomi felt the side of her mouth curl up. So, I'm not the only one pining am I Ems?

She remembered the night they spent together at the lake as if it had happened yesterday. It had been amazing. Better than amazing. Indescribable. She shook her head slightly; trying to regain control of her thoughts before they ventured too deep and she lost herself altogether. Instead, she remembered how she hadn't wanted to leave Emily on the stoop after they had fallen asleep holding hands through the cat flap, but was too scared to face the girl when she'd awoken. Instead she'd written "Thank you" on a piece of paper from her bag. After she'd tucked it into the girl's sleeve, she'd bent slowly and kissed her hand softly, resting it gently inside the cat flap.

"Thank you" hadn't even begun to cover it, but she wanted the girl to know how much the night had meant to her. She'd never bared her soul like that to anyone before and Emily was so sweet. She didn't open the door, even after Naomi had made her admissions. She respected that the blonde wasn't ready for that. She didn't push for more, even though Naomi knew that she could have. Emily must have known that the girl wouldn't have been able to resist, but was willing to forego her own momentary happiness for the blonde's long-term sanity. Naomi had needed some time, and distance, to prove that it wasn't just a phase. That being with Emily was what she truly wanted. She couldn't stand the look of hurt in the red-head's eyes and hated being the one to put it there. So she had to be sure. Unfortunately, the only thing she was sure of now was that she wanted, no, needed, to see her tonight. It had been too long. She needed her fix.

Coming out of her thoughts, she noticed as Cook weaved his way onto the dance floor. He quickly made his way over to Emily causing Naomi to sit up straighter on her stool, watching a little more closely. Surely he was just saying hi, right?

Wrong. She watched Cook cradle Emily in his arms from behind, moving together with her in time to the music.

Naomi felt her face turn red and her body heat up as it was filled with jealousy at the sight of Cook touching Emily like that. She had never felt this way, but that hardly mattered at the moment. What mattered was that someone else, Cook of all people, had his hands on Emily. That wasn't okay.

Naomi gulped the rest of her drink and slammed the glass down on the bar, causing Katie and the bartender to look her way momentarily. The twin followed the blonde's eyes and took notice of her sister for the first time since entering the club. Cook?? Katie thought. Ewww! What's that girl thinking? She'd started making her way towards Emily before being stopped by a hand on her arm. Turning, she looked up at Naomi. She couldn't meet her eyes as Naomi's hadn't left Emily and was about to protest when the taller girl said "No Katie. I've got her." Katie didn't have time to argue as Naomi went into the crowd. Oh well, where's Freddie? Distracted, she went in search of her boyfriend.

Cook was currently grinding up behind Emily and the blonde could no longer see his hands, but knew they were somewhere on the red-head's front. Emily had her arms up and was holding a half drank bottle of vodka from the look of it. Naomi quickly made her way through the swarm of people on the floor, forcing her way through the thick masses.

Just as she reached them, she saw Cook place his lips on Emily's neck. As she remembered how good it felt to have her own lips there, something inside Naomi snapped. She reached around Cook grabbing Emily's free hand and yanked her away from the inebriated boy, having to use every bit of her self control not to slap him upside the head.

Emily struggled against the pull momentarily, but the hand wouldn't let go of hers. She looked up at her captor with anger. Naomi watched as it drained away when she saw who it was currently holding her hand. In public.

"Naomi," she said softly.

"Emily," the blonde replied.