A million apologies. Real life got real. Thanks for all the alerts, favorites and feedback since the last chapter. This fic has gotten longer than expected and so here is part 3. I figure it's about an hour of fic time for each chapter. It's not that the night is never-ending (which could be a nice thing with these two). I was trying to post it all in one shot but it got away from me. I had to re-read the first two chapters to figure out what was going on and what time they were at. Perhaps you should, too.

I do not own skins and some dialogue is taken from certain episodes and extras from series 4. I should warn this contains an episode 1, series 4 storyline in case you are averse to reading about certain characters. I'm not too sure about this part but what the hell. It's always a learning process with me. I have no beta and English is not my first language. Please point out any mistakes. Much appreciated.

thanks again, everyone.

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"We need to eat." Emily's voice was rougher than normal, her movements lazier, as she smiled mischievously at the blonde. "Food, of course. I'm starving."

"Mind if I have a quick shower?" Naomi asked, watching Emily reach for the telephone. "This sweat is sticking to me like a second skin all of a sudden."

Emily shook her head, leaning over to kiss down Naomi's spine, starting with her right shoulder blade. "You may want to take your time. That showerhead is excellent." She slapped Naomi's bum playfully as the blonde stood up. Her attention turned back to the phone as soon as a voice on the other end called out to her. "Oh, hello. Por favor. Para comer."

Naomi didn't want to wash any of Emily's scent away but a nice, warm rinse was definitely at the top of her list right then. Soaping up her aching muscles and tender areas, she thought about what a completely insane night this had been so far. That little firecracker of sexuality somehow just knew exactly what to do; she knew when to push, when to back off, when to let Naomi take the lead. Never in her life had she come so many times. Note even with… Usually it was once or twice and, then, done. But with Emily... each and every time they touched, kissed… indulged… was so different and devoted and even a little bit… loving.

She closed her eyes and stood under the jet.

This was supposed to be a one-night stand, nothing more, nothing less. But, the more time she spent with the redhead, the more she knew she was heading to previously uncharted territories. What began as merely physical interactions somehow segue into discussing personal matters and getting to know each other. She thought about how that, too, was another out of the ordinary consequence of the evening. She wasn't a sharer, never. Not with her friends, certainly not with her mum, and only once in a while would she open up and talk about things that exposed the very core of her. If ever, Effy was always the catalyst and she was usually stoned. It was as if the girl did that on purpose to make Naomi talk and not go insane- like she had.

By the time Emily jumped in the shower, Naomi was overthinking again, overanalyzing each and every thing that had happened and been said that night. It took her a second to register the smaller woman was standing in front of her. She quickly leaned over to kiss her, her arms pulling in the redhead.

"We cant." Emily sighed into the kisses, "Room service will be here any minute."

Naomi's hands moved across the wet skin. "You obviously haven't been to Barcelona before. It'll be at least 20."

"Don't." Emily giggled as her back was pressed against the cold, misty tile. "They have keys… They might think something's happened."

Moving her lips downwards, Naomi shook her head, "Not really caring at this very moment."

"Naomi- oh, god."

Openly staring as Naomi doled the creamy body lotion over her right leg, Emily tipped off the vanity and trailed a finger down her naked back. Looking at her via the foggy mirror, Naomi raised an eyebrow. "If you go any lower we'll never get out of this bathroom, Emily."

Emily grinned as she sat on the toilet lid, straddling Naomi's pale leg. She began to gently rub the ankle, the shin, the back portion of the lower leg, the knee, the delicious thigh. Further up she went and winked as she got closer to the apex of her legs. Seeing Naomi bite her lower lip and take in a deep breath, she raised her eyebrows. "Next."

Naomi almost toppled over; that's how fast she switched legs in anticipation of another round of Emily's sensual touch. Emily chuckled at the curiously flustered blonde and spread more lotion between her hands, rubbing them up and down the long leg in a similar fashion as before. After a minute, she looked down at the now perfectly moistened limbs in front of her. Her eyes slowly scanned upwards, her mouthwatering at the sight of the short, tawny hairat the junction of her thighs. Eagerly licking her lips she leaned forward, so close to her destination she could smell the lotion, the soap and something so very Naomi.

Just as she was about to kiss the blonde so intimately, a loud knock reverberated throughout the hotel room and a muted 'Servei d'habitacions' originated from the other side of the door. Horribly disappointed by the disruption, Emily dropped her head against the body in front of her, not realizing her forehead barbed straight towards a pelvic crest.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Naomi jumped back and bent over, hissing in pain, after Emily's brow connected with her bone.

"Oh, hells! Are you all right?" She reached out for the injured blonde, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Here." She maneuvered her towards the toilet seat and helped her sit. "I… I'll see if he can get us some ice or something."

Naomi grabbed her wrist, stopping her exit. "For fucks sake, you must have cracked your head against my pelvis. You're still naked, Ems." She brought her to eye level and looked to see if Emily had a bruise forming. "Hard head, you," she said, softly touching the red patch on Emily's forehead before kissing it.

Emily very nearly liquefied. The knocking continued.

"Yes! Be right there," Emily shouted as she quickly put on the complimentary plush bathrobe. With one last apologetic look at Naomi she went to open the door.

"Bona nit," the young hotel employee spoke in Catalan before registering the small woman clad only in a robe. "Eh…"

"Hola," Emily, nonplussed, opened the door wider for him to enter with the tray. Having grown up with a pervert of a brother she knew exactly where his mind was right now. "Thanks."

The boy, he couldn't have been older than 18, almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Naomi step out of the bathroom. She, too, was wrapped in one of the hotels lounging robes.

Emily watched him stare as she stepped out into the balcony, grabbing her pack of cigarettes and her lighter on the way. By the time Naomi drew out her first breath of smoke, Emily decided his ogling was enough. Soon there would be drool all over the carpet. "Hello?" she waved her hand in front of his line of sight.

"Perdoname." he said as he lowered the tray on the small table near the sofa, blindly handing Emily the receipt to sign, still captivated by the attractive blonde.

Emily rolled her eyes a she signed the bill. Handing him the paper, she motioned with her head at the other inhabitant. "Bella, si?" she hoped the kid understood her. "Es mia. Now, fuck off. Adeu." She closed the door behind the dumbstruck boy. "Tosser."

By the time she joined Naomi on the balcony, the blonde was staring out at the nighttime view, a slight smile gracing her lips. She offered Emily a cigarette once the redhead stood beside to her.

Emily shook her head.

"What are you scared of?"

"Uh, cancer." Naomi's laugh annoyed her. "Oh, Fuck it." She hastily inhaled, but the air seemed to go down the wrong path.

Naomi gently patted her back, "Steady, you didn't inhale properly. It's like smoking a spliff, not your once in a while cigarette."

"How do you know I don't normally smoke?"

"You've booked a non-smoking room. If you smoked…" she raised her eyes brows in a silent answer.

"How do you know I smoke cannabis, then?"

She smiled at Emily, thinking how cute it was she had used the word 'cannabis'. "Don't all photographers smoke weed?"

"Wha- How do you know I'm a photographer?" she asked.

"I saw… When I was gathering my things earlier this evening… I saw your portfolio. Your published work was underneath it." Naomi's smile was genuine. "Your pictures are lovely."

"Lovely?"

"Yeah. Problem?" she offered Emily a new clove. "Breathe in, now breathe in again so it goes there." Touching her chest, right near her heart, Naomi could feel the rapid heartbeat under her fingertips. After Emily's successful second inhalation, Naomi probed, "So… I'm yours?"

Emily's coughing fit was back, "You speak Spanish." She sighed, of course she did.

"My dad is from Ibiza. He fucked off when I was four."

"That must have been hard."

The blonde shrugged, the robe lifting with the movement. "I'm not bothered. He turned out to be a shitty little prick."

"Are you here to see him?"

Naomi shook her head, finished the clove after taking it back from Emily. "Coincidence... How do you know Spanish?"

"College. I figured 500 million people speak it, and I couldn't be arsed to learn Mandarin. Little did I know Spanish and Catalan are so fucking different."

"Why didn't you go to a city like Madrid instead?"

"I don't know. Wouldn't have met you now, would I? Must have been fate. Two random women meeting in a foreign city... I'm sure there's a story written about us somewhere out there." As Emily felt the tension between them returning, she changed the topic. "Lets go in. I'm fucking starving."

Naomi grabbed her hand, pulled her back. "It's a nice night. Let's eat out here."

For the last ten minutes Naomi hadn't been able to take her eyes off the redhead. Watching Emily eat was engaging. She was in her own little world. The way her dainty fingers grabbed the fruit, the way her lips curled up after dropping it in her mouth, how she closed her eyes as if that added flavor to the food. Sometimes it seemed as if she were tasting her favorite food again after a long spell.

"Strawberry?"

Naomi shook her head. "I think I'll just have some tea."

Watching her spread the jam over the artisanal bread, Naomi thought back to an article she'd read years ago about the connection between food preferences and personality. Seeing Emily chew with gusto made her wish she'd remembered what they had said.

"Are you sure you don't want any?" Emily asked after more minutes of silence.

"Yes. Thank you."

Emily could sense she was losing Naomi again to her thoughts. The blonde had recently begun to stare off into her tea, her brows furrowed. Sadness shrouded her.

"Naomi?"

"…Her name was Sophia."

Emily watched her light another cigarette. It took her a few seconds to figure out what she was talking about. The other girl. The one who'd touched Naomi first.

Naomi's blue eyes stared off to nothing in particular. "I've tried to stop thinking but it doesn't work. You don't expect stuff to happen. You can't control it. You can't control anything." Naomi's hand shook a bit as she held up the clove up to her lips, inhaling. "…So I'm at this stupid open day and everyone's snotty and rude. And then I see someone. I'd never even spoken to her at college but it didn't seem to matter because then everything got really fun. And by the time we were on our way home, we were telling secrets and I could see she wanted to move her hand. She wanted to move it so much… So I moved mine..."

"And then?"

"I took her to mine, gave her some MDMA and then we… I fucked her. I fucked her and then I kicked her out of my house. I couldn't even look at her. I was so… I was so confused and lost and there she was just wanting me, looking at me with these eyes… I couldn't handle it. I fucking… I couldn't sleep that night. I was so ashamed by my behavior."

Emily tightly swallowed her food, "…Did you talk to her afterwards?"

Naomi shook her head sadly. "I… I couldn't. Every time I saw her I either walked away or ignored her. It was horrible. I was horrible. Then, one night… Effy and I were at a club… she was there…"

"Hmm?"

"She… She killed herself. She'd taken some drugs and jumped off one of the stair landings." Naomi's water eyes connected with Emily's "She. Fucking. Jumped. Eff and I- We saw her. She did it right in front of us." She put out the cigarette, her breath coming in short. Fifteen years later it still haunted her. "I- I- still spend every day feeling like I'm going to puke."

Emily didn't know what to say. "…It wasn't your fault. Like you said, she killed herself."

"Doesn't help though. I knew she was having a shit time at home and… I was selfish. So fucking selfish. I didn't care. I just wanted to…" she wiped away the one tear that fell down her cheek, "We're all lonely and all we want is for someone to, you know, pay attention. And tell us we're beautiful…"

"Naomi." Emily reached out to hold her trembling hand.

She quickly brushed her off. "Don't, Em." Her eyes were hard, "Do not try to coddle me."

"What happened was beyond your control. You can't blame yourself for it."

"You don't know anything," Naomi chastised angrily.

"I do know. I know you feel shit and all you can do it feel it... Is this some sort of replay for you? You looking for a different outcome?"

Infuriated, Naomi clenched her hands as she got up from her chair. "Fuck you," she spat out.

Emily quickly followed, reaching out and grabbing her upper arm, hoping to stop the sudden exit. "No, Naomi! Don't you fucking-"

Before Emily could finish her sentence, Naomi grabbed her by the collar and backed her body against the balcony glass door. As she attempted to catch her breath, Naomi's lips were unexpectedly pressed against hers, her hands holding in the smaller woman by the back of the neck now. Against her better judgment Emily pushed into it, aware of why this was happening, being just as aggressive back, going as far as to actually bite Naomi's lower lip and tasting the coppery flavor of blood.

"You are nothing like her. Just the thought of you drives me mad." Naomi conveyed, roughly tearing open the robe, and none too delicately palming her breasts, putting pressure on them as she licked and sucked on the pulse point of her neck, moving down all the way to Emily's puckered nipples. To adjust for their relative height differences, she pushed up her right knee, using her hips and leg muscles to create a movement that Emily efficiently bucked into. Emily sighed into a bite, trying to recover, trying to disrobe and touch Naomi in any way possible, but the blonde would constantly swat her hands away while their mouths connected over and over again.

Just as they were settling into a rhythm, Naomi shoved her onto the bed by force. Emily hastily sat up and discarded the robe, her thighs and legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Naomi let her own robe drop as she hungrily gazed at Emily's beautifully flushed face, heaving chest, heavenly tits. She pushed her flat onto the bed, gently ran her nails over Emily's shoulders, chest, belly, and hips. She then kneeled on the floor, easing her tongue across the back of her knees, the inside of her thighs, slowly working her way towards Emily's crotch, kissing and tracing around it once she reached her goal. She felt her squirm under her touch, glad her hands were free to stroke and fondle the rest of the warm body on that bed.

"I fucking love the way to you smell." She hovered over her pussy, inhaling deeply, her mouth watering at the scent, spreading her legs as wide as physically possible. "The way you taste." At a snail's pace, she brushed her tongue up and down the folds while Emily curled her fingers over the bed sheets, her outer lips glistening with arousal. "The way you feel, Emily." Naomi laid uneven, opened mouth kisses against her cunt, penetrating her tongue as deeply as she could, licking and nibbling on her clit every time Emily's moans got louder and louder. "I love hearing you come."

Feeling Emily's body burn, Naomi turned her over, lifting Emily's ass into the air as she spread her legs apart. She pressed her hips against her rear, kissing her shoulders and neck, hands roaming over her back until one worked its way to her dripping warmth again. Emily shakily pushed her upper body up from the bed and involuntarily moaned as Naomi's palm circled her wet slit, endlessly teasing. She gasped when a couple of long fingers entered from behind while the other hand moved around to play with her left breast.

A few minutes into the carnal connection, Naomi became fully aware of their detached stance, the lack of intimacy, and stopped suddenly horrified by her hardened actions. "Em?" she quietly asked, smarting from her stupidity. When the redhead did not reply, she gingerly prodded her to turn around. Emily's eyes were squeezed shut, lungs breathing heavily, her lips tightly pressed together. "Oh god, Emily," she gently touched her, looking meaningfully into the now open eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," her eyes welled up with tears again, worried.

"It's ok," Emily replied without any hesitation, still a bit out of breath. "It's ok." She lightly cupped Naomi's face between her trembling hands, gazing deeply into her blue eyes and seeing the mortification there, "It was… intense."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Please believe me, she silently willed. It was different. Everything was different. She wasn't a sixteen year old little shit that thought she knew everything and didn't need anyone. "You are no substitute, Emily."

"I know," Emily soothed. "You're the one that has to believe it though."

Naomi looked deep into her eyes, seeing nothing but that strong emotion she was sure she didn't want to consider at this very moment. Emily saw the flicker of apprehension and quickly reached for her hands, holding them behind her body, bringing Naomi back into her personal space, chest to chest. She kissed her gently, making sure that what she couldn't say out loud was at least understood.

TBC