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So I was so kindly reminded that I haven't updated in quite a while, and then was asked when I would be doing so. Well, I just had to get my arse in gear and finish the chapter I had already written half of. So here's the next chapter of FF&T.

Hope it doesn't disappoint.

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The red head walked from her room toward the front door and looked out the small window to see that her mother and Naomi were standing face to face, each with a look of defiance written across their features. Emily was nervous for the blond. She knew exactly what a complete and utter cunt her mother could be at times. Then again, she knew how feisty the rebel could be as well, and if Mother Campbell had handled her mother, maybe Naomi could as well. Maybe it was just in their blood or something.

The equestrian specialist walked to the kitchen to grab a couple pieces of fruit and as she did she heard the door slam. Her red head peeked around the corner and she saw her mother standing there, shaking in anger. "Shit," she whispered to herself as Mother Fitch's eyes looked up to find her standing there.

"I demand that you don't see her. Send her home."

Emily actually scoffed at her mother as she walked fully from the kitchen. "I'm going for a ride, then we'll be gone. It's obvious that you no longer want me here, and next time I'll just go straight to the stables." The redhead started to walk toward her mother and went to walk right by her and out the front door when her arm was grabbed roughly and she was forced to spin around. "What, the actual fuck, mother!" she said coldly as she struggled to rip her bicep from her mum's firm grasp. She was sure that her mother was going to leave bruises from the amount of pressure she was putting on her.

"Emily…" Jenna's voice faltered, breaking near the end of the younger twin's name.

The redhead felt the grasp loosen and soon after her arm was free. Angry brown eyes looked into her mum's and what she found nearly knocked her back a few steps. Mother Fitch appeared to be apologetic, which had to be the first time in Emily's life to ever see that look cross her mother's face. "Yes?" Emily said her voice a bit softer than it had been before. She was one who forgave quickly, for the most part, and she couldn't help but feel bad for snapping at her mum. She was just like her dad in that sense, always softer, more forgiving… unlike her mother and twin.

"I'm losing you," soon came the strangled reply from Mama Fitch.

Emily thought for a moment before speaking, knowing that if she would have spoken first she would have come back with a cutting remark. "Mum, I'm not going anywhere. I'm still your daughter, but if you can't accept me… can't accept Naomi… then you will… lose me," she finished the last bit in a hushed whisper. Her eyes were no longer able to keep the gaze of her mother and they fell to the space between them.

There was silence.

The younger twin raised her eyes for but a moment only to see that her mother's gaze had fallen just as hers had. Without another word she walked away, leaving Mama Fitch standing stationary. She hurried out of the house, through the front door where she saw the blond standing there with her arms crossed. Emily couldn't help but let a smile grace her lips.

"Hey," Naomi called out as she walked away from the vehicle toward the redhead.

Emily didn't say anything, simply held her palm out toward the rebel until their hands slipped together. She still didn't speak, being too shocked at what just transpired between herself and her mum. The redhead did start to walk around the side of the house, around the back toward the stables with the blond still in tow.

Naomi could feel the nervous energy prickling the skin of her hand where it entwined with Emily's. She wished she could say something, or even ask what had happened, but she found herself unable to even part her lips to speak.

"Emily?"

The pair stopped midway down the row of stalls, hands still clasped tightly together giving strength and comfort to one another.

"Dad?"

Father Fitch came out of the empty stall across from Thunder's, shovel in hand. His face was lit up and smiling and he immediately set the shovel against the wall and held his arms out toward his youngest daughter, "Fitch Hug," he said gruffly.

Emily looked to the blond for but a moment before dropping her hand and running into her father's arms. The rebel watched from where the redhead had left her, not wanting to interrupt this precious father/daughter moment. She felt a twinge of jealousy, knowing that she would never have that feeling with her own father. She knew she shouldn't, but she did feel it none-the less.

Once Emily let go of her father, she looked over to the blond and she held her hand out toward Naomi with a small smile on her lips. "You remember Naomi, right dad?" She looked back to her father with hope showing in her eyes.

He didn't disappoint. "Sure I do, love." Father Fitch looked from the younger twin over to the rebel and he held his arms out, "You get a Fitch hug too!"

Naomi didn't hesitate; like she figured she would… instead she walked right toward the father figure's embrace. She felt his arms surround her, and it felt almost as good as when Emily surrounded her, but completely different at the same time. It was strange. She'd never had an adult male figure in her life, and it felt… good… strangely refreshing, in fact. Her arms wrapped around him and her head fell into his chest. She was able to take in a deep breath and she felt safe, protected, much like how she felt when she was hugging the younger twin herself. It felt like home, like love, like acceptance. Of course her mum accepted her, but there hadn't really been another adult in her life. She felt comforted, like everything would be alright.

Once they let go, the blond found her way to her redhead, slipping her hand into the offered one. It just felt so good, like it was the completion of her soul or something.

"You going to go for a ride?" Rob said with a smile on his lips as he looked back to his daughter.

Emily looked to the blond for a brief moment before nodding her head. Nothing more needed to be said and moments later she was pulling the rebel behind her toward the last stall, the one that held her stallion. The redhead stopped short, turning around quickly to look at her lover, a question evident in her eyes.

"I'll just watch," Naomi whispered before the question could even be voiced.

"You could ride behind me," the redhead said hopefully, turning toward the blond.

Crystalline blues looked behind her to the Fitch father that was now moving out of the stables before she turned back to the equestrian specialist, "You remember what happened last time I rode behind you, yeah?"

Emily's face flushed. Of course she remembered, how could she have forgotten? She swallowed, suddenly becoming shy as the memories flooded her vision for a moment. Thank fuck Thunder was well trained, because who knows what he would have done while she was at the peak of her release. The redhead knew her legs had tightened around her steed, but he didn't move like he would have normally, thank fuck for that. She was remembering the feeling of the blond's fingers dancing over her clit, possessing her from behind her. A wetness was starting to flood her knickers just at the thought of it all. "Yes, I remember," she whispered with a smirk covering her lips, "maybe you should take the front this time… I can steer from behind."

Light eyebrows lifted and she couldn't help but laugh at the innuendo. In honesty, she would love that, love for Emily to take control of her, to own her, but it wasn't like she could just ask for that. "I don't know if I can… I mean… he's still so… tall," she muttered, half under her breath.

"Didn't stop you last time," Emily countered a smirk covered her lips.

It was Naomi's turn to let a blush reach her cheeks. She could only nod her head in agreement. She wouldn't mind a reverse reply of what happened last time, but it would be completely different sitting up front. Even if Emily could take the reins from behind, she still would have to actually see that she's on top of the humongous beast! "I… I don't…"

Emily moved forward, pulling the blond toward her by their still conjoined hands. She moved up on her tip toes, her free hand moving up to grasp softly behind Naomi's neck, pulling their lips together to stop the rest of the rebel's sentence.

Any thoughts, and even the sentence she was trying to get out, were lost the moment the redhead's lips met with her own. Her free hand came forward to wrap around the small form attached to her lips, and it slipped down to run over Emily's supple ass. Naomi knew she should be concerned about Rob coming back in, or worse… Katie and/or Jenna, but she couldn't be arsed to think of such things with the sweet taste of her lover's lips pressing flush against her own. It was something she knew she would never tire of, not ever in her life.

The equestrian specialist reluctantly pulled away, though her one hand continued to grasp at the blond's own. They both stood there for a minute, body's mere centimeters away and their breath mingling together. Emily took another step back to try to regain her control, but her eyes continued to stare into the azure blues across from her. She was lost in them, epically so, and she knew of nothing else that she wanted to spend the remainder of her life looking at, or into, being lost in those eyes was how she was able to find herself. It took a lot for that to happen, as she had never considered being able to feel this much for someone outside of her family. She loved her dad, and of course the others too, but she figured she'd never really love someone more than her father. Naomi though, broke through her defenses and showed her that it was okay to be different, that she was beautiful in spite of her differences. That love, that devotion, gave her strength… a strength she had never known before now.

That strength was terrifying and lovely at the same time.

"I'm still not getting up there," Naomi broke the spell between them and looked over to the stallion's tall back.

Emily didn't care. She would give up riding for this girl, if the blond asked her to. She hoped she wouldn't, but right now her libido was taking control. Her body moved back forward, forgetting all about the tight control. The redhead dropped Naomi's hand, but her palm was right above the blond's cleavage after less than a second. The smaller girl pushed forward and the rebel could do little but take steps backward.

Naomi was all but tripping as she was pushed through a small door next to Thunder's stall, and the smell of alfalfa and hay started to make her eyes water. She didn't usually have allergies, and she wished with all her might that she could just push them away. Instead, she simply closed her eyes, which made the burning sensation lessen slightly. The redhead was pushing her back some more and her knees caught a bale of hay and she found herself sat on it with Emily topping her. "Emsy, wait…" she tried to say before her lips were consumed by the redhead's fiery passion. Her need for the equestrian girl quickly outweighed her need to even breathe… and it wasn't as if she had been breathing properly anyway.

Surely the flames of Emily's passion were about to ignite the room full of flammable materials. She couldn't get enough. The taste of her lover, the feeling of power as she mounted Naomi's thighs were enough to lead her down a path that she was excited to partake in. She would drink until her cup ran over a thousand times… she felt insatiable… like all of a sudden she simply needed the rebel to survive, needed to take her, needed for her body to combust into the sweet rapture that was Naomi Campbell. Her tongue was forcing its way through the blond's lips, taking control of her, owning her with an inferno that she had never known before.

The blond was surprised, and for a moment, a bit scared as well. She had known to be Emily to be a bit full on at times, but she had never gone to this extreme. Pulling back simply wasn't an option when her face was all but being eaten by the small redhead and her blond head was being held firmly in place. Naomi was sure she could pull back if she really needed to, but she found her body being pushed backward until she was uncomfortably lying on the hay bale with the ball of fire Fitch starting to tear at her clothes.

Emily needed skin, and all she wanted to see was the porcelain running under her fingertips. Her fingers were all but ripping at the top her lover was wearing, pulling it hard until the blond had to sit up in order for it to come off. The red head pushed the rebel back down until she was shoved backward, nearly falling off her lover.

"Fuck Ems… didn't think this through, did we? That hurts to lie on!" Naomi exclaimed, moving her hand to her back where she had been poked multiple times by the stiff hay.

She wanted to not care, wanted to just continue on what they were doing, but in her heart she didn't want to hurt Naomi, she just wanted to ravage her until she was senseless. This was the only place she could think of quickly, and at least it had a door that could latch… not that she had taken the time to do that on the way in. Emily backed away until she was stood with her eyes down.

"Emily," the blond tried as she got to her feet. The moment was gone, that was for sure, and the redhead had somehow shut herself back down again. Naomi wasn't quite sure how she did that considering she still felt like she had molten lava running through her veins. She felt her top being set in her hand after watching the equestrian specialist dust it off.

"I'll just go for a ride. I can meet you up at yours if you want, then you don't have to wait for me."

Naomi's eyes lifted slightly. The girl looked broken, a bit like she had after hearing of Rain's death and her mum's injury. She didn't even get a chance to say anything before Emily had spun around and walked out the door, and a few moments later she could hear the sound of hoof beats. Seems she didn't get a choice in the matter, she wasn't going with her girlfriend for a ride. It wasn't the fact that she wasn't going on a ride that bothered her; it was how quickly Emily had about faced with her emotions; completely hot and aggressive one minute, and icy cold and reclusive the next. It wasn't like she could leave though… they had shared a ride over.

The rebel slipped the top back over her head and walked from the room and moved to the first stall that had an animal in it. The horse stuck her head out and reached out, her lips opening and closing as if she was going to lip Naomi's arm. She did, lightly, before the blond lifted her hands up. "What am I going to do?" she whispered to the equine as the mare happily accepted the rub. She didn't expect an answer, but she leaned her head in to sit on the flat part of the horse's nose.

"You're going to get the fuck out of here is what you're going to do…" called a loud voice down the corridor of stalls. Great… just what she needed… another run-in with one of the members of the Fitch Family.

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