Guys, I have some news, I've literally zero idea where to take this fic, so I'm just going to have fun n run with it yeah? Hopefully that means a ton of flirting and dirty-talking but if not then...well...we'll see where it takes me (by which of course i mean us). Dont complain if...well, some crazy shit happens. Italics are fast forward now, not backwards.


Out of habit, Naomi checks her phone before getting into the car. 5 unread messages, all from Cook wanting to know how the fuck was he supposed to get out of there with no car. Typical. Naomi can't help the smile that creeps onto her face. He's probably the only guy who could ever truly understand her, and vice versa, maybe that was the reason she decided to write a book with him as the main character, not even changing his name, just his appearance.

"Em, come on, don't you want to take a break? Go on holiday with me, I'm sure Karen or whatshername could take care of things here," Her head snaps up just at hearing the name. Fucks sakes. This is nuts, this is borderline obsession and stalking or something.

"Mandy, come here, I want to show you something," Emily says suggestively, and it's more than enough for curiosity to get the better of the blonde, who starts to follow the two voices back into the building.

"Feeling frisky today are we?" Really? She's quite surprised to be honest, this Mandy girl doesn't seem to be the redhead's type at all. And...um, what's with the freakishly tall thing? The height difference between them is just...weird.

Naomi doesn't care that this is a bit out of line and somewhat stalkerish, and even if she does, her eyes are already glued to Emily leading the giant along to God-knows-where.

"Close your eyes," The redhead says and of course Mandy does. The whole thing somehow makes Naomi think of a predator alluring its prey, and anytime now, she's going to go in for the kill.

They keep walking until they reach a...closet? The most cliched place to have some kinda kinky office sex. Christ.

Mandy goes in and just as Naomi's about to turn and walk back to the parking lot, because she really doesn't want to have nightmare about this, Emily just...shuts the closet door. Without going in, and walks away as if nothing happened.

The blonde isn't quite sure wether to be amused because of what she just saw or to feel a little bad for Mandy. The girl's probably going to be in there for a while, if Naomi's not wrong, which she rarely is.

"Hi," The taller girl just says simply, a smirk evident on her features.

Emily looks as though she's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, which is as adorable as it is fun to see. "Are you stalking me?"

"Stalking you?" Naomi almost laughs at the accusation, if you could call it that. "What, you think I have nothing better to do?" Really fucking smooth, that.

"Ok, well, I really have to go back now," The redhead gestures to her office, "it's been nice talking to you miss Noir."

Naomi bites her lip, then all of a sudden takes a few large steps and within a second had one hand on the wall and the other on Emily's hip, and instantly the girl's body heat radiates and melds into her palm; and she can feel the tiny little shivers dancing across her body. Naomi's immediately drawn to her lips, fascinated by the gentle curve of her lips, loving the delectable raspberry color that slightly contrasts with her creamy smooth skin. Her breathing's becoming more erratic by the second as she feels goosebumps underneath her fingertips, her mouth becoming incredibly dry. She swipes her tongue across her lips, the urge to taste Emily's mouth almost unbearable. But she refrains...for now. There'd be time for that later; she'd make damn sure of that herself.

"Come with me," she says, and Emily doesn't have the power to resist. Naomi smiles to herself, seduction isn't an art, it's a science, and it sure as hell doesn't take a genius to master it.

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"I love you, I love you so much it hurts. I don't think I can live without you." The taller girl says, tears streaming down her face.

"I know, me either, but it's all fucked up isn't it?" Emily sighs, plopping down onto the bed.

"It doesn't have to be if-"

"What the fuck is this?"

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When they're finally alone, Naomi suddenly moves in front of the shorter girl and circles her arms around Emily's waist, pulling her closer. The redhead lets out a surprised gasp, but obeys the gentle prompt.

"We've met," Naomi tells her, "even though you don't remember it, we've met before."

Emily audibly gulps as the blonde continues, "We danced together." Naomi traces her fingertips along the side of her jaw. "And we kissed." She drops her hand to her shoulders and caresses it. Emily's breathing grows faster, her eyes a shade darker than before.

Naomi lowers her head and sweeps her lips against the redhead's cheek, making her eyelids close. Brushing her lips against Emily's, she hesitates, teases and prolongs the dizzying pleasure. But Naomi finds herself unable to wait any longer. She has to taste her.


Bleh, re-wrote this a bunch of times, not entirely happy :(