Oh no. On re-reading the last chapter I realised I had made the fatal your/you're error at one point (yes, I do know the difference, it's typo, ok). I think this means I'm supposed to take a shot or something, but the apostrophe police might have been too distracted by the shagging, and I think I got away with it…

Now to those readers who were concerned for the welfare of Emily's nether regions in the last chapter, fear not. As you know, Hypes laughs in the face of danger. I have had sex in the dunes, and I can assure you, no sand got into inappropriate places…

And a whole bunch of good news from Cat. She has been for physical therapy and got to GO IN THE WATER! She has had two tubes removed and eaten toast and soup! This is all fantastic news so thank you for all the well wishes and good vibes you've been sending. Obviously doing the trick so keep it up…

And in other news, SJ's condition had become less critical, so thank you for all your support.

As you might expect this chapter carries the work/school/granny/nurses warning…

I don't own Skins, but I love fucking writing this shit and making people happy, especially you Cat.

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11. The Wet Room

Naomi

So my eyes flickered open and I crept towards consciousness, and my first thought was that I was going to have to reassess my atheism, because surely I had woken up in heaven. For starters I appeared to be in the most comfortable bed I had ever slept in, certainly better than the lumpy piece of crud I had back at the cottage. My nose took in the most delicious aroma that seemed to permeate the whole of the air as I breathed. My body felt more relaxed and simply right in it's own skin than it had done in ages, and my limbs appeared to be wrapped around an object of infinite warmth and softness. For a moment I forgot how I usually faced the world with a brittle, nervous cynicism, and allowed myself to bask in the sensation of feeling good. And then I remembered. Oh God, did I remember… The reason my body felt so good was because it had been worshipped, worshipped throughout a night of unfathomable passion by one Ms. Emily Fitch.

When I walked into the bathroom that night, I was initially confused. Instead of seeing a sink and a toilet as I expected, I found myself in some sort of changing room with a rack of towels and places to hang up your clothes. I frowned, still shivering from the cold, and decided to try the door on the opposite side of the room. It was then that I understood. The room that I entered was a wet room, fully tiled on all the walls and floor with light green tiles. Sink, toilet, bath and bidet sat in one half, whilst the other half, semi partitioned with another tiled wall was a whole shower room with a dazzling array of multiple shower heads. The temperature was obviously maintained for warmth, and I could start to feel my benefits through my soaking clothes. I peeled them off and left them in a corner by the sink. It wasn't like they could get any wetter, and I was desperate to feel hot water pounding down on my goosebumped flesh, and sooth away these spasms. As soon as the rivulets began to trickle down my back I was instantly transported, back to the sand dunes, and Emily. Oh sweet merciful heavens, Emily. Fucking Emily. I don't know what had come over me. Her kisses had made me lose it, and some deep untouched part of myself had taken over. I was still a little shocked as to who that person was down there on the beach, but the one thing I couldn't deny was that it had been fucking incredible. Emily was every bit as much of a force of nature as the sea that she adored. It seemed she could knock me over and surround me just as easily. And I had wanted her so badly, I had barely even noticed the fucking storm. It had just seemed like the perfect background for my tempestuous desire. I had to prop myself up with my hands against the wall of the shower, as my senses overloaded from the recollection of her orgasm, and the way she clung to me afterwards. Is this the thing that they call love? Cause if it is, it's kind of fucking terrifying.

"Wow," a low husky growl of appreciation sounded out behind me.

I span round to see a naked Emily leaning against the partition wall.

"And again, wow," she said, smiling as her eyes burned their way slowly across my whole body. Normally I would have felt awkward and nervous, and tried to cover up my naked vulnerability, but I just let her stare. Stood there under the cascade of steaming water and let her eyefuck me. But instead of feeling humiliated, she made me feel beautiful. It was a strange sensation. I know I'm clever. I don't doubt my intellect or my political conviction, but beautiful? No, other people were beautiful. Emily and her sister, and her friend Effy – they were beautiful, not me. But Emily made me beautiful. She didn't even need to say it, I could feel the way she thought about me, and it staggered me. I felt shivers running down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold, when she pushed herself off the wall and walked towards me.

Now it was my turn to stare. I had never been one to overstress the physical in my affairs, personality was always more important to me even in a fling. But Emily was her body. It was a direct product of who she was, and as such it was an essential part of her. Her delicate balance of powerful muscles and curves, her shapely shoulders, her tattoo that spoke of her passion, and the way she moved. For her there was no shame in nakedness, and I could sense how in touch and in control she was with every part of her wonderful organic machine. She was magnificent, and I felt suddenly inadequate.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled as she joined me under the forceful stream of water.

"What for?" she said softly.

I almost whited out from overload of sensation when she gently traced her fingers over my stomach.

"For before," I said, unwilling to touch her before I'd said my piece.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," she whispered in my ear.

I felt myself becoming overwhelmed by her, even though she was barely touching me.

"I lost control," I stuttered. "I couldn't help myself. I had to… I just.. you were so…"

"Did you notice me complaining?" she smirked, snaking one finger down from my collarbone between my breasts, and causing my head to spin.

"But, you're not just…" I forced out. "I wanted it to be special."

"Oh believe me," said Emily, walking me backwards until she had me pinned against the wall. "It was special."

She stared at me with midnight eyes, her thigh pushing up between my own.

"Oh Jesus," I hissed.

"Well, I can't quite walk on water, but I suppose I get pretty damn close," she smiled.

Still she just held me there without making a move.

"You're going to fuck me in this shower, aren't you?" I said, my throat suddenly dry despite all the moisture in the room.

"Yes, I am," she said. "But first, I'm going to do this…"

She withdrew to arms length, and reached over to the water controls. She flipped some kind of faucet thing and the walls leapt into life, firing horizontal jets of water across the whole of the wet room. She pulled me towards her and then span me round until she was embracing me from behind. I burst out laughing, as she gently twirled the pair of us to face the different jets. Her hands snaked upwards to cup my breasts, and she gently nipped at my shoulder as we continued our aquatic dance, warm water massaging us from all directions before cascading in rivulets from our entwined bodies. I still couldn't fathom why the sea goddess had picked me out of all the women she could have had, but I wasn't about to labour the point right now. I let my head fall back onto her shoulder, I let her start to kiss my neck, I put myself entirely in her hands, too terrified that she would suddenly come to her senses and kick me out of her house. She released one of my breasts and slid her hand downwards to cup my mound, and I began to space out on desire. Emily was more powerful than any drug I had taken to soothe my furious mind. She had woken my body up so I could feel and understand every sensation around me. Everything was as beautiful as if I'd taken an industrial amount of pills. The colour of light dispersed through steam. The tingling of my skin at the points of contact with the jets. The bolts of fire Emily's kisses were sending through my nervous system. The sliding of wet skin on wet skin.

Somehow I found myself turned round to face her, her lips somehow already on my own, as if I was actually fucking high on this girl. Her tongue flicked across my bottom lip, causing me to gasp and offer her entry. She took ruthless advantage, pushing her tongue inside me and kissing me fiercely. I felt the pressure of her small yet, powerful body against mine, and I gave in to it, letting her push me backwards until my back hit the hard tiled surface of the wall. She didn't break the kiss, just pressed her whole body harder against mine, before letting her hands dance an electric dance over my willing flesh. I may have fucked her in a storm, but the lightning was all in here, crackling around the wet room in an electromagnetic field of dangerous lust. So much water and electricity was a shock waiting to happen, and I felt it when she thrust two fingers into me where I stood. Everything came alive, as if I had been whacked in the chest with a defibrillator charge. My eyes shot open, and my hips jerked forward to meet her. Again she just pinned me there, her black/brown eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as she slid her fingers excruciatingly slowly out of me.

"No wonder they call it a wet room," she purred, as she played tantalisingly with my entrance and my clit.

"I'm all about moisture, me," I somehow quipped.

Emily was still laughing as she started to fuck me, even though her motions immediately started sending spasms down my limbs. I pushed back against her desperately, and could barely remember a world where I wasn't having sex with Emily whilst water splashed and cascaded all around us. She might have tiny hands, but Jesus Christ they were skilful. In my mind I had once imagined a world where Stacey Mathiesson would make love to me, and the world would suddenly be magical. The reality of sex had been somewhat more mundane and disappointing, but Emily had blown both fantasy and reality out of the water. She was moving slowly in and out of me, turning my legs to jelly and my brain to mush as all the blood rushed to my excitable pussy. Her mouth surrounded one of my breasts, teasing the nipple with her teeth and tongue. Her free hand pressed against the other, and I found myself forced against the wall. I put my hands flat against the tiles, and used them to push myself back at her, my muscles straining with the tension. I watched her as she raised her head to transfer her attentions from one breast to the other, slightly quickening the pace of her thrusts as she did so. She looked at my tits with an absolute sense of wonder, as if she had never seen anything so beautiful, before seizing upon them again with a passionate ardour. Again, I forgot myself, forgot that I was some sort of bashful geek, and a lioness of a woman roared into life inside me.

"Harder," I growled, throwing my arms around her neck, and she flashed her eyes filthily at me before complying with my demand.

"Oh God, yes," I cried, as the feel of her pushing into me released a new flood of endorphins into my brain.

I let my hands fall down to her gorgeous ass, and grabbed her, wanting nothing more than for her to fuck me into oblivion. She was pumping into me hard and fast now, and I was loving every minute of it. Emily grabbed my wet hair, and kissed me, and even though I knew it was impossible, it felt like the force of the glorious hot rain that surrounded us was growing ever more powerful. It streamed from our faces as we kissed, and pelted in torrents across our electrified skin. I had to tear my mouth away from hers to cry out, and cried out even louder when she took advantage of the opportunity to bite into the muscles of my neck. Each of her actions was a catalyst for more sensation and my body was going crazy for her, jerking and pushing and pulling against her to grasp at every last iota of pleasure. I was practically feral by the time I found myself of the tip of an orgasm I knew was going to be colossal, and when it took me over I screamed and screamed like something untamed. Emily drove me further into it, and by the time I stopped coming, I was completely hers.

I don't know where I went for the next few seconds, but it certainly wasn't bound by this Earth's gravity. When I came to, Emily was still, and still pressed against me. A good job too, because I doubt I would have been able to carry my own weight without her. She looked me in the eye as she pulled out of me.

"You are unbelievable," she told me. "You're absolutely stunning."

Immediately we were kissing again. Deep, delirious sexy kisses that spoke to all of me. They told me that she loved me, and even though I had barely known her a week, I was more than willing to believe them. I couldn't even begin to entertain the notion that what I had just experienced could be merely physical. Sure enough the physical pleasures had been unprecedented, but I was drowning in emotion, and I had felt it coming off her in waves. I had guzzled on a delicious cocktail of generosity and trust and love. God dammit, it had to be love. There was no other way to explain it.

Without another word she grabbed a bottle of shower gel and washed me, massaging my head as she shampooed my hair, and running her hands over every inch of me. She shut off the water, and dragged me back out to the changing room and wrapped me in big fluffy towels, eyeing me greedily as she did so.

"You look seriously fucking cute in that towel," she said appreciatively. "I am going to have to take you to my bed."

She hung our still wet clothes over her radiator. She dried my hair roughly and loosely with a towel and kissed the back of my neck when she had finished. She dragged me to her comfortable bed and pushed my legs apart so she could lick me. She made me come so hard I forgot who I was. We must have spent half the night making love in a gracious tumble of skin and limbs and compliments. By the time I collapsed into her for the final time, I almost believed I was the fittest and sexiest girl on the planet.

Part of me still did. Especially when her eyes drifted open and she smiled at me. And definitely when she rolled on top of me and told me I was beautiful. And undoubtedly when she kissed me. I could feel the fire rising in my belly again, and I flipped her over, determined to have my wicked way with her when a knock on the door made me freeze in fright. I had almost forgotten we were in the family home with four other Fitches.

"Emily, breakfast's nearly ready," came a voice that I recognised as her mother's from last night.

"Ok mum," Emily replied, and I heard the sound of footsteps walking away.

"Your Mum still makes you breakfast?" I inquired.

"It's a Sunday thing," she shrugged. "We take it in turns to make a big breakfast for everyone. Luckily for you, I think it's Katie's turn this week."

"Why's that lucky?"

"Cause I would never subject someone I care about to my Mum's cooking," laughed Emily. "She's atrocious."

I laughed along, but my brain had fixated on 'someone I care about'.

"But I don't want to foist the full onslaught of the Fitches on you if you're not ready for it. We can skip it if you like," she said kindly.

"Actually, I'm quite hungry," I said. "I think I burned a lot of energy last night."

"Oh thank God," sighed Emily. "I'm fucking starving. I always get hungry after sex. And Katie's fry-ups are legendary."

Emily leapt from the bed with surprising energy, ferreting around in her cupboards. In the end she had to borrow a pair of her brother James's jeans for me as nothing of hers would fit me. I sat on the bed in the middle of this flurry of life, feeling like I was drunk, and not quite believing what was happening to me. Not only did I appear to be completely in love with this girl after one night together, but I was about to meet the family. Emily squeezed my hand as she led me towards the kitchen, giving me the cutest little reassuring smile. When she pushed the kitchen door open there was a decided lack of frying smells. Instead there was a blond boy of seventeen or so, setting out a generously spread continental breakfast.

"Thought it was Katie's turn?" frowned Emily.

"Katie's a dirty stop out bitch," grinned James, turning to face us. "Woah, Ems. Is this your bitch? She's totally uberfit."

"James, this is Naomi," said Emily, shaking her head. "Naomi, this is the perverted little twat known as my brother."

"Well if you ever get bored of her Emily, let me know," said James. "Cause I would totally tap that."

In the microseconds it was taking me to come up with a sarcastic comeback, James crumpled under a vicious slap to the back of the head, administered by a dishevelled looking Katie who had just entered the room, obviously still dressed in last night's party clothes.

"Don't perv on the guests, worm," spat Katie.

"Owww, bitch," whined James. "What's up with you anyway? You look like you've been shagged through a hedge backwards."

Katie cast her eyes nervously towards Emily, who was looking back at her with a questioning glare.

"It's not what you think, bitches," said Katie. "I just stayed at a friend's, yeah?"

"Aye aye, Katie love, good night out?" a booming male voice with a Liverpudlian accent rang out behind me. Fitches were descending upon me from all sides. I turned to face a muscular older man with a Hollywood smile.

"And who is this lovely lady?" he beamed in my direction.

"This is Naomi, Dad," replied Emily.

His eyes flicked down to our still joined hands.

"Nice work, Emsy," he grinned. "Very nice indeed. Don't leave the lady standing around now, love. Offer her a seat, don't let it be said that the Fitches neglect their guests."

We all sat down, but no one started eating. It seemed like we were waiting for someone. Eventually Emily's mother joined us, but unlike the rest of the Fitches, who seemed genuinely welcoming, she barely said a word or even looked at me, as if she was trying to pretend that I wasn't there. The rest of them more than made up for her though, and breakfast was brash and chaotic and noisy. It reminded me of mornings back at my mum's house, back in her communal living phase where breakfast consisted of a dozen strangers trying to talk over each other, except that these people were all from the same family. They bitched and bantered and insulted each other, but you could tell there was a tremendous amount of love in the room, and that family was something that was incredibly important to all of them, even the seethingly silent Jenna.

"I don't think your mum likes me," I said, once we had escaped to the privacy of Emily's room.

"It's nothing personal," said Emily, coming over to hug me. "She still can't cope with the fact that I'm gay."

"Seriously?" I said.

My mum had reacted to my own timid revelation with nothing less than a squeal of delight.

"She's still living in the dark ages," shrugged Emily. "You're the first girl I've ever had stay over so I think she's a little bit freaked out."

"Really?" I asked her.

Emily seemed so confident in her sexuality, I found that hard to believe.

"I guess I figured you were worth fighting for," she smiled.

A felt a stupid grin take up residence on my face.

"You are the cutest fucking thing ever," said Emily, sporting her own stupidly happy grin.

She grabbed me by my T-shirt and pulled me into a kiss. A kiss that became increasingly heated until she pushed me onto my back on the bed, and started reaching for the button of my jeans. I felt desire exploding within me again, as she tugged the trousers from my legs.

"Fuck, Emily," I gasped as she pushed up the fabric of my T-shirt and started showering my belly with kisses.

"That's my plan," she smirked, before returning to her lavish attentions to my flesh.

"Shit. No. I have to go," I groaned.

The disappointed pout that flooded her features made me want to abandon the day and give in to her there and then, but I had responsibilities to my work and to my best friend.

"We're supposed to be going to sea today," I told her.

"It's my day off," she sighed. "I was hoping we could spend the day together."

"I'd love to," I assured her. "But I can't let Thomas down."

"No you're right," she said. "What you're doing is important. I'll drive you home."

I felt another surge of love overwhelm me. Emily understood. She got me. The things that mattered to me mattered to her too. The sea lived in both our hearts, and our bond was all the stronger for it. But the thought of leaving her behind was ripping me apart. My very next thought was out of my mouth before I even had time to process it.

"Come with us," I said.