As always I thank you for your amazing reviews/ follows/ favorites etc. You are all beautiful people *Cyber hug!* So this is I think about 1,000 words shorter than usual, I couldn't get it going this chapter. Though there is some steamy bits which I'm a bit nervous about so I would love love love to hear your opinions!

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Chapter 13

Naomi POV

By the time I make it back to Emily's house, what with having to help Giles dispose of the bodies, it was fully light out. I walk up and into the house as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake anyone up, knowing full well the terrible hangover they will all have. Of course Effy and I are the exception, me because of my fast slayer metabolism and healing abilities and Effy I'm convinced isn't human. I make my way quietly to the foot of the staircase, my goal of getting back to Emily closer with every step. I stop mid step though when I hear someone making noise in the kitchen. I decide to go and investigate, curious to see who could possibly be up, especially this early. I turn my head around the corner and am blessed with the sight of my favorite redhead in a oversized t shirt and baggy basketball shorts, humming to herself and making what looks to be pancakes. I smile at her unbelievable adorableness. Cutest human ever award clearly goes to Emily. I clear my throat to let her know that I'm there and I see her practically jump out of her skin. I can't help but laugh at her shocked face.

"Are you laughing at me Campbell?" Emily crosses her arms across her chest in mock anger.

I laugh even harder at this. "Your face..." Unable to finish my sentence, overwhelmed with a fit of giggles. I pull myself together, still slightly laughing. "It was so damn cute."

"Good to know that you find amusement out of my fear." She turns her back towards me, an angry look on her face, though I know she isn't really mad. She continues to flip the pancakes, adding more to the pan. I decide to take this opportunity to my advantage. I walk up behind her just close enough for her to feel me, she stiffens at presence. I take a moment to savor her scent, that distinct Emily blend, and to bath in her warmth. Being this close but not touching her has created a build up of static energy that's now running between the both of us, the anticipation making us both anxious. I feel every hair on my body rise and goosebumps break out across my skin. Only Emily could have this affect over me. Emily continues, though stiffly, to turn flip pancakes. I lean in even closer, pushing my entire front to the back of her. I hear her take in a sharp breath, feeling it just as much as I am. I look down at her neck and lean in, she tilts her head to the side, anticipating whats to come. Instead of doing what she wants though, I gently blow warm air up and down her slim, soft neck. I see her shudder, unable to keep my hands off of her anymore, sliding my arms around her waist. I run my hands up to her stomach , slipping them underneath her shirt. I let out a moan as my hands touch the bare and incredibly soft, toned skin. I feel Emily tense under my fingers at first contact and then relax, almost melting in my arms. I can't take it anymore... I have to taste her. I bring my lips to her neck, sucking at her pulse point, bringing a low moan to Emily's beautiful lips.

"Naomi..." In that moment I swear if my pants were a living being they would have dropped on the spot. Her voice was deeper and huskier than I have ever heard. I continue to work my way up and down her neck, alternating between teeth, lips and tongue, eliciting a growl from Emily. My hands continue to work my way over her body, moving closer and closer to her perfect breasts, feeling the bottom of her bra. I hesitate, giving her the opportunity to push me away and when none comes I continue my little exploration. I finally reach my destination and can't help the moan that comes out of my mouth, relishing the feeling of her soft breast in my hands. You know those people who say that small breasts aren't as good as big breasts? Well they are wrong, so fucking wrong! How could anyone every make that argument when it feels like Emily was made to fit perfectly with me. Her hand in mine, or into my side, the way her head immediately rests on my shoulder when we hug... the way her breasts fit perfectly in the palms of my hands.

Feeling more and more brave as time goes on, I slip my hand underneath her bra and make my way to the ultimate prize, my other hand making slow circles on her lower stomach. I take her erect nipple into my fingers, rubbing and pulling, continuing certain actions when Emily lets out a particular high pitched moan or breath. I continue my assault on her breast while my other hands starts to play with the waistband of her pants. The pancakes well and truly burnt and forgotten at this point. I run my finger under the waist band of her underwear, drawing a moan from Emily. I move the rest of my hand underneath her underwear, taking Emily's moans and breathlessness as a sign to continue. I take in a raged breath and finally reach my ultimate destination and almost pass out with the feeling of desire that overtakes me. I hear Emily moan, deeper than before, when I touch her folds.

"Fuck Emily, you're so wet." I whisper breathlessly into her ear.

Emily turns her head to me, looking me in the eyes. "This is..." Her sentence interrupted in a moan because I have found and started to rub her clit. "What you do to me... Naomi, fuck."

Just as I start to turn Emily around, unable to resist her lips any longer. Cook bursts into the kitchen, both of us ripping apart like the opposite ends of a magnet. Cook lets out a throaty laugh, walking over to the stove.

"Please my little muff monkeys, don' stop on my behalf. Smelt a bit of smoke though, wanted to make sure the house wasn' burnin' down or nothin. Figure next time you's two wanna get down and dirty you should take the pancakes off the stove yeah?" Cook shoots a little smile at both of us.

"You're a lot nicer than most people think aren't you Cook?" Emily says, a little smile on her rosy lips.

"Fuck you." Though Cook is smiling, looking so much like a little boy when he says this.

"Fuck you right back." Emily walks over to him and gives him a kiss on his cheek. She then walks over to me and gives me quick kiss and a long lingering look before she heads out of the kitchen.

I'm never surprised at how caring he is anymore, though a lot of people are because of his big obnoxious personality that he hides behind. The old Cook wouldn't have given two shits if he smelt smoke, certainly not after a night of binge drinking. But I knew Cook, more than I know myself sometimes, and he really is an incredibly heartfelt individual, which Emily now sees. Emily is the type of person who can see behind facades, she did it we me and she's now seeing Cook for who he really is. Cook turns to me after making sure that the pancakes are fully cooled down and not smoking anymore.

"Doing a bit of muff diving Naomikins?" Chuckling to himself.

"I would have done... if a little prick didn't interrupt me." I playfully smack his arm.

"Eh babe, don' touch me with that hand, I don' know where it's been." I scoff at him.

"Betta' yet, touch me with that hand, I know where it's been." He send a filthy wink in my direction. This time I give him a harder smack on the arm, maybe a bit to hard but he can take it.

"Alrigh' alrigh', bloody hell babes, I'm only joking. I know the rules and I'd never go anywhere near your bird. Love ya to much don' I?" And really, how could you stay mad at him for long, it'd be like kicking a puppy... or a wolf.

"I know you wouldn't and I love you to, even if you have absolute terrible fucking timing. Though I suppose I should be thanking you. I really didn't want our first time to be in a house full of our mates, let alone the kitchen of her parents house."

"So what are you gonna do then blondie?"

"The thing that I should have done a long time ago. Take Emily Fitch out on a date."

The rest of the gang started to wake up as the morning progressed, one more hungover than the last. Those who were awake, and weren't squeamish, made there way into the kitchen to eat the pancakes, burnt ones and all. We sat around the Fitch's kitchen table, enjoying each others company and nursing large cups of coffee and tea. Throughout the rest of the morning, Emily and I can't help but share a number of heated glances, unable to look at each other long without thinking about this morning. Katie and Effy have yet to grace us with an appearance, probably because they can't stop shagging each other. And can you blame her?! If I had a Fitch in my bed right now, I wouldn't leave either.

"Naomikins babe, don' ya have to somefin to do today?" I look down at my wrist, noticing that Cook is right and that I have training with Giles very soon. I swear, not realizing that it had gotten so late.

"You're right Cook. I do have to go. I'll see all you guys later yeah?" I say goodbye to the gang, giving Emily a long look trying to let her know that she should walk me out. She somehow manages to understand what I was trying to say and follows me out to the door and outside. We both stand there, a bit unsure of what to do next. Fuck it.

I grab her face between my hands and cover her lips with mine, not lacking any of the passion that we had earlier, easily picking up where we left off. I lose myself in the feeling of her, the warmth, her scent, everything about here. Soon we break away from each other, not because we wanted to stop but because we had to breath. Sometimes it's unfortunate being human. We rest our foreheads against each other and look in each others eyes for a bit. I know, gag inducing.

"I really have to go Ems." Not making any movement to actually leave and neither is she.

"I know."

I sigh and pull away from her, really running late which isn't like me at all.

"Where do you have to go anyways?" Emily asks, curiously.

"It's nothing. Just something that I do on the weekends. I'll call you later?" I give her a quick kiss on the lips, trying to stop her from asking anymore questions.

"Yeah, you better. Though you might want to text me first... I may be a bit preoccupied seeing as someone left me in a right state earlier. It looks like I'll have to sort myself out." She winks at me and walks back inside of the house, giggling at my slacked jaw. With that I am left with the sexy image of Emily sorting herself out because of me. It's going to be difficult to focus on training today.

I wanted to have that classic Naomi and Cook moment but wanted to put a little spin on it, of course Naomi already knows all of this about Cook so it only made sense for Emily to say it instead.

I wanted to stop it here because the next few scenes might be a bit longer and I didn't have it in me to write it out today. I never want the story to be something that I dread doing. I'll hopefully start the next update tomorrow? But honestly who know. Soon though I promise.

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