Hey, thanks so much for the feedback. I wasn't too sure if people would be interested in it but just thought, "What the hell, I'll post it." The story is going to be set in the point of view of both Emily and Naomi, which means this chapter is Emily's turn. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading :-)

EMILY POV

"Good morning Mrs. Campbell - Fitch."

I watched as my greeting slowly registered in Naomi's probably severely dehydrated brain. Her face was so expressive. It went from conveying confusion to pure horror in the space of a few seconds. Despite half expecting this reaction, I still couldn't stop the wave of disappointment that flowed through my body.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. She pulled herself out of my embrace and started pacing the floor around the bed. It was hard not to feel sorry for her. Judging by the state she was in last night when I met up with Katie and her new boytoy, she was more than likely struggling to remember my name, let alone the vows we made. She'd captured my attention from the moment I saw her at the bar buying a round of drinks. I was an hour late meeting up with Katie and her new boy toy and so hadn't been formally introduced to the woman I was supposed to keep company. Katie told me it was for my benefit but it was obvious she only had her own interests at heart. How else was she supposed to shag Cook when his friend was stuck to his side? It was with pure delight that I greeted Naomi, standing up to help her with the tray of drinks as she was a bit wobbly on her feet. I didn't know if it was due to the size of the heels she was wearing or a symptom of the alcohol. That was until I looked into her eyes and saw how unfocussed her gaze was.

The night passed by in round after round of drinks. I wasn't drinking too much. I just couldn't get out of sensible twin mode. Even though I was the younger twin, granted only by a few minutes, I still felt it my duty to look out Katie. Even though she wasn't my sibling, I couldn't resist looking after the beautiful blonde who was simply fascinating me with every word she spoke. We did a lot of talking, seeing as Katie had her tongue down Cook's throat for the majority of the evening. When the two love birds finally managed to finish their game of tonsil tennis, another game was started that I was only too familiar with. We were in Las Vegas, with access to some of the greatest Casino's in the world and instead of taking advantage of that, Katie suggested we play 'I've Never'. Katie fucking loves it because it has always been a game that guarantees to get her absolutely paralytic. There's virtually nothing or no one she hasn't done. The game started off with silly little admissions, and then moved onto the deeper, more serious stuff.

The subject of my 'sensibleness' came up when Katie noticed that I hadn't touched one of the ten shots that had been placed in front of me.

"God just enter into the spirit Ems, there must be something you've done."

"Blondie here is the same," Cook slurred, pointing his pint towards Naomi. "Seems as though you two are a perfect match."

"Shut the fuck up Cook," she sniped back at him. "I can be adventurous when I want to."

"Name a time then, go on," he goaded.

"There was the time when… right what about… I can't think on the spot Cook."

I found it hard to resist sniggering at the way she petulantly folded her arms and scowled in his direction.

"I don't know what you're sniggering at Ems. I bet you can't name a time either."

I just ignored my twin's challenge and mimicked Naomi's position, arms folded and all. I tried with all of my might to hear what Cook was whispering into Katie's ear, as they both kept taking it in turns to glance at us and then giggle like a couple of school kids. Naomi broke their private game of Chinese whispers and asked the question that I was desperate to ask but didn't want to give them the satisfaction.

"Alright what the fuck are you two up to?"

"We've got a deal for the pair of you. Down those shots and we'll talk."

We both glanced at each other and sighed at the line of shots that were waiting for us. Grabbing a glass each, we clinked our them together, both muttering a "Bottoms up."

I had to admit, downing ten shots in a row, especially when that shot is tequila, wasn't pleasant. Cook teased us over the fact it took us ten minutes, equating to a minute per shot. Poor Naomi looked worse for wear. God only knows how much she'd consumed by that point.

"Right ladies. We're going for a game of Poker. I'll be playing for me and Katie, and you two can decide between yourselves who's playing."

"And what happens if we win?"

"Well, you two get to pick something for us to do, either together or separately. It has to be something we both vowed we'd never do. Naomi knows what I wouldn't do," he winked at her.

"And you know what I would never do, right Ems," Katie said, giving me a warning look.

I nodded. "And what happens if we lose?"

The sly smirks that appeared on Cook's and my sister's face did nothing to ease the nerves that I'd suddenly developed. I needed a drink and quick if I was to go through with this game. It looked as though my 'Poker partner' was thinking along the same lines as she scooted off to the bar, returning five minutes later with two glasses accompanied by a bottle of red wine.

The bottle didn't last long, and neither did the game of Poker. Needless to say we lost a particularly bad hand and an hour later, we found ourselves stood in front of a rather poor Elvis impersonator while we slurred our way through our vows. The walk back to the hotel was a bit of a mission. I was trying to keep Naomi on her feet whilst attempting to steady myself as well. It was the only time that night that I wished Cook and Katie were there to help us, but they'd buggered off to celebrate after they'd won. Fuck knows what they were doing. Actually I had a pretty good idea and it involved Cook shouting for Katie to grab his balls. I'd had the unfortunate pleasure of hearing them at it several times since they'd met.

Mindless chatter between Naomi and I ensued as we placed ourselves on a park bench to rest our weary legs. the minutes passed and Naomi seemed to withdraw into herself, a thoughtful look on her face.

"What's on your mind?"

She sighed before turning to me. "Do you think this'll be weird? Tomorrow I mean."

"Naomi, we've just got married after knowing each other for," I glanced at my watch, squinting until the hands came into focus. "6 hours. What do you think?"

"What I mean to say is," she started. "I've found myself liking you more and more as the night's progressed and I think we could be good... friends."

Her honesty was one of the many things that had surprised me. I'd heard from Katie that she was a 'closed off, emotionless cow,' but this woman sat next to me was quite the opposite. It was probably the alcohol talking. Either way I would do anything to get to know all aspects of her, even if this sweet, soft side of her disappeared without a trace in the morning.

"I don't have many friends," she mumbled shyly, staring into her lap whilst she fiddled with her fingers.

I placed my hand on top of hers, and squeezed gently. Lifting her chin with the fingers of my other hand, I encouraged her to look at me.

"Tell you what," I paused to brush the stray hairs away from Naomi's eyes. "How about we make a deal to not freak out in the morning. We'll go for breakfast and make ourselves feel more human, then just laugh at this mess we've gotten ourselves into."

A genuine smile crept its way onto her face, and her eyes flickered towards my lips which were craving for her touch. She bit her lip, which I had discovered was a nervous habit during our poker game, and leaned forward hesitantly as if gauging my reaction. I met her half way and we exchanged a kiss, a promise.

"Sorry, that just felt like the right thing to do," she whispered with such vulnerability against my lips.

The night ended with us falling asleep in a tangle of limbs, our bodies entwined so that we were almost one person. In the cold, light of day though, it seemed that Naomi was distancing herself not just physically, but emotionally as well. If I didn't know better, I would say that she had forgotten our deal, the continual pacing and mumbling of incoherent words being a slight give away.

"Come back into the bed Naomi. You're going to wear a hole in the carpet if you aren't careful. And besides you're making me feel kind of dizzy," I grumbled whilst massaging my temples.

I felt the bed dip and my hand was pulled gently away from my face as Naomi started to fiddle with the gold band on my wedding finger, studying it closely.

"This is my ring," she mumbled. "And I gave this to you?"

I nodded confirming her suspicion. She released my hand, and used both her own to cover her face. After a few moments her body started to shake and slight whimpers and sniffles reached my ears. I had always believed that I was an expert when it came to dealing with people's emotions, but the blonde sitting crossed-legged next to me threw all that out of the window. How do you comfort your wife who you only met less than 24 hours ago? Still I couldn't just leave the poor girl sobbing her heart out so I did what I thought I should do, but not without hesitation.

"Are you okay?" I brushed my hand up and down her arm soothingly whilst silently cursing myself for asking the very same clichéd question that I hate people asking me when I am upset.

She didn't answer straight away, merely kept her face covered but at least she didn't flinch away from my touch. That was something I supposed.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed. To my surprise she was laughing. The tears she was swiping at weren't tears of sorrow, they were a product of laughter.

"Erm, what's so funny?"

I'm sure I must have been looking at her as though she was ever so slightly insane, but surely she couldn't blame me for that. One minute she was pacing my room in distress looking as though she was going to have a panic attack, and the next she was giggling like a maniac. She wasn't far off resembling one of those laughing clowns that usually reside at British seaside resorts. She wiped the remainder of her tears with the corner of the duvet and apologised to me yet again. She turned her body to face me and her hypnotic sapphire eyes stared directly into mine, as though they were looking straight into my soul.

"I just find this whole situation insane. I don't do these kind of crazy stunts. My boyfriend proposed to me once and I said no without hesitation. Then again he was…."

My heart plummeted as she continued to speak. Boyfriend? This divine creature sitting in front of me was already in a relationship. Just my fucking luck. I must have zoned out because before I knew it, Naomi's hand was causing a draft on my face as she waved it in front of me, instantaneously grabbing my attention.

"Sorry what did you say?"

I noticed that her expression was a lot more sombre and the little girl lost look had made a reappearance.

"What exactly happened last night? How did we end up married?"

I took a deep breath as I explained all about what had started as an innocent game of I've never, which led to the game of Poker and losing the bet.

"Fucking Cook," Naomi growled. "And you got my ring, so what did I get?"

"What did you…" I trailed off and looked at her in confusion. It was only when she wiggled the slender fingers of her left hand practically under my nose that I realised what she was getting at.

"Where-"

"Do you really not remember?" I interrupted, eyeing the necklace that was resting against her chest. She shook her head so I took that as my invitation to fool around with her, if only to lighten the mood somewhat.

"I didn't have a ring to give you, so we used an onion ring that we'd just got from Burger King."

"What?" she exclaimed. "I know we're practically strangers but surely I'm worth more than a fucking onion ring?"

"Well it was better than your suggestion of using a cock ring. You should have seen the look on everyone's face. They were kind of like yours is now."

I'll never know how I managed to keep a straight face with Naomi looking so mortified. She groaned and started to complain about how we shouldn't have been allowed to get married when it must have been obvious we were intoxicated. Truthfully, the place was a right dive and they probably would have married us if we had actually requested to exchange cock rings as a symbol of our 'love'.

It didn't take long for me to burst into a fit of laughter. I only acknowledged Naomi when she threw me one of her death glares that I had seen her give to Cook on more than one occasion last night after he made a crude remark or lewd suggestion. It's a wonder he wasn't reduced to a quivering mess under that glare.

"Relax Naomi, I'm just kidding. Here."

She followed my hand with her eyes which widened when I fiddled with the ring that was attached to the necklace. The same necklace that once belonged to me.

"Is that your ring?"

"Its yours now."

"And the chain?"

"That's yours too," I smiled and she offered a weak one in return.

"But why isn't the ring on my finger?" she questioned.

"You, you insisted on it being attached to the necklace," I stuttered. "You said it would be closer to your heart that way."

She blushed and fell back into the pillows, covering her face with one of them before letting a scream of frustration out and aggressively throwing the pillow to the floor.

"Argh what the fuck's happening to me. In just 24 hours I've broken up with my boyfriend, earned one bastard of a hangover, got married to a stranger of the same sex and then," she paused to take a much needed breath from her rant. To be honest I wasn't paying that much attention. My mind was just focussing on that fact that she didn't have a boyfriend after all. "To top it all off," she continued. "I'm now a sappy twat!"

I resisted from telling her she was my sappy twat now. I didn't want to freak her out too much, but fuck, from the moment I saw this woman I just knew she was special. I don't think she was aware of what she could do to me. Instead, I smiled and searched for my top from the night before. I heard Naomi gulp as the duvet fell down from the top half on my body, to reveal my bra clad breasts. Her eyes were fixated on them, she seemed fascinated and looked at me as though I was a mythical creature that she was seeing for the first time. I hadn't felt that appreciated in a long while..

"Anyway, I don't know about you but I could really do with some breakfast," I said, breaking the staring contest she seemed to be having with my tits.

She shook her head when she realised what she had been doing. "Yeah," she squeaked. "Best show our faces before they think we've gone on our honeymoon."

I was surprised she was ready to joke about it so soon, but then again this girl had done nothing but surprise me ever since I'd spotted her sitting alone at the bar.

I swung my legs down the side of the bed and bent down to retrieve my top that was strewn on the carpet amongst Naomi's clothes. I heard a gasp and shivered involuntarily as I felt familiar fingers tracing over the scratch marks that must have been covering my back. Images of a certain blonde writhing under my every caress flashed through my dirty mind, causing my heart rate to pick up and my face to flush.

"How the fuck did you get those on your back?"

I turned my head with a smirk on my face and one of my eyebrows raised. Her fingers stopped their tracing movements when she realised what the marks were. She retracted her hand, leaving her face to match my hair colour once again.