Title: One Pure Thought

Author: Skuzzeh

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Cept from Lily Loveless; she's in my wardrobe along with Charlotte…Jokes.

Rating: Probably some swear words. Very vague sexytime.

A/N: Hopefully, this isn't too confusing…

Chapter Eight; Naomi

"God, you're so sexy, Nai." Emily wraps her arms round Naomi's neck and pulls her closer in, relishing the warmth of Naomi's mouth on hers.

"Oh, I know." Naomi adds smugly before tracing her tongue softly along Emily's' bottom lip. They kiss briefly. Their tongues dancing with each other with ease. Each kiss getting deeper; needing each other more and more with each gentle touch.

Naomi pulls away; taking some time to admire the girl beneath her.

"This is so weird…being with you…does anyone know you're here?"

"Obviously not, Nai. Shut up about everyone else…just…kiss me again"

Naomi complies and leans back down. Pushing her body deep into Emily's; becoming one. Emily's' hands make her way down to Naomi's arse, and grasps it firmly. Naomi allows a throaty moan to make its way out. Emily's hand works its way around her waist; down her legs.

"You're not mean to be here, Em…"

Lifting her skirt up, pausing to grope her milky thighs; feels her shiver from the touch.

"Shut up, I said. Just fucking enjoy it."

Waits for the start of the fireworks; anticipation overwhelms her.

"Fucking…just…Em…" Emily clearly understands as she slips two fingers into Naomi's very aroused centre.

"Interview with Naomi Campbell commencing 09.45."

She's brought from her thoughts with a jump. Forgetting where she is, she allows herself to cough to compose herself.

"How are you feeling today, Naomi?"

"Um…okay…I guess."

"We know this is hard for you, so I want you to take your time, and tell us anything you remember, or even picked up, that could help us."

"Help you? You know who did it? It was Effy. You've witnesses. She's confessed. What more do you want?"

"Reason to believe Miss Stonem may have been propositioned. Can you think of anyone that would have reason for Emily to die?"

"Oh, Naomi…god…keep going" Naomi teases a little. Her tongue making shapes on the centre of the smaller girl. She hesitates, before licking a little bit harder, a little bit longer, and a little bit deeper. Before long, Emily's given up, and pushed Naomi's head closer. Naomi gets the hint, and stops teasing. Instead pushing a finger in, followed quickly by two more.

"Fuck…"

"So, yeah, the bartender said to me that I've got a nice pair of…oh shit my eyes."

The door opens then slams shut immediately.

"Fuck, Katie. Can you ever knock?" Emily calls pulling her trousers back on, and buttoning her shirt back on. Naomi readjusts herself before laughing.

"How the fuck is this funny?"

"I don't know…just is. Katie's face…" She bursts into another set of laughter.

"COME IN." she calls as she checks herself in the mirror.

She's with Cook, both red faced, for very different reasons; Katie pure embarrassment, Cook; pure arousal.

"Forgot my phone…God can't you keep it in your pants for 10 minutes?"

Cook is smirking. His typical; I'm gonna wank over this later, type of smile.

"You're meeting us at the pub later then, yes?" Katie asks, squinting her eyes; avoiding looking at now dressed couple.

"Katie…you can look…we're dressed."

"No…it's burnt into my eyes…scarred for life. I'll never give you eye contact again."

Naomi laughs. "Chill out, Katie. Em's bum isn't that bad..."

"Oi, cheeky sod." Giving Naomi a playful slap on the leg.

"Save it for when we've left the room, yeah. Don't wanna be part of your freakish lezza foreplay."

"Oh, believe me I do." Cook announces. The first thing he says since walking in on them.

"Shut the fuck up, Cook. Now can you go, theres something about your sister in tight shorts, that I really can't control myself over."

"Ew. Out, Cook, Come on." The march out of the door, and slam it behind them.

"Finally!"

"So…tight shorts, eh?" Emily winks and climbs aboard Naomi.

"I don't know. I mean…if someone wanted to kill her, they wouldn't flaunt it would they?"

"What about Miss Stonem. What's your thoughts on her?"

"My thoughts? My fucking thoughts…you can't…ugh. She…murdered my girlfriend…what do you think my thoughts would be?"

"Lets talk about James Cook."

"Ugh, what about him?"

"His, so called 'infatuation' with you, what happened there?"

"Nothing such as Privacy is there?" Naomi sneers.

"He's told you he's in love with you. Made a move or two on you. What else?"

"What is this to do with Emily, exactly?"

"We have reason to believe James Cook has motive to plant the idea into Effy's head. Think about it... He's madly in love with you. Has to see you with her; blissfully happy, everyday. It's easier for him to cope without Emily in the equation. Don't you think?"

"No…Cook wouldn't."

"Just like Elizabeth wouldn't?"

**

"Interview was hard. They think it was Cook that told Effy to."

"Why do they think that?"

"Because he's in love with me…"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know…would he do that?"

"Would Effy do that though?"

"Evidently, yes."

"Do you miss her?"

"Everyday. Part of me is missing. Broken."

"Understandable."

"Should I think Cook did it? Or…give him the benefit?"

"Give him the benefit."

"Why?"

"Because, I know it wasn't Cook. It was me."