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5

Emily wasn't quite sure what woke her up. She was dreaming, having a properly lovely dream- one where she and Naomi were sitting close together on a tiny, ratty divan in a small but comfortable backyard. It looked like a lazy Sunday afternoon with Emily's legs resting over Naomi's as they read and drank tea. Truth be told, Naomi was reading 'The Observer' while Emily kept sneaking glances over the rim of her mug. Does Naomi even wear glasses in real life? She blushed, more to do with naughty thoughts about prim and proper solicitors that were minxes in bed than the imaginary hot sun warming her face.

A sharp "Buggering shit!" and a rustling of clothes brought her to the present. Her sleepy eyes opened, needing a few seconds to get used to the sunlight currently blinding her. Once she could focus, she watched silently as Naomi squinted at her index finger and brought it to her mouth. It was obvious she was in pain as she sucked on it.

The redhead sat up on the now ostensibly cold bed, "Twice?" Her voice was thicker than normal, a usual occurrence in the mornings. The half dressed woman in her room squealed in fright and then looked her way, eyes wide. "You're gonna do this to me twice?" Deflated by the other's silence, she laid back down on her pillow, crossing her arm over her eyes to hide the sun, Naomi, everything.

It took a few seconds but Naomi finally realized how her current position must have looked to the redhead. "No, Emily. I wasn't…" She carefully zipped her skirt, this time making sure not to catch her finger on the metal again. She walked over to the bed and gently touched the arm covering those round eyes she could stare at forever. "Em." The girl simply grunted and shuffled a bit but didn't look at her. "Ems?" Naomi pressed again. She sat down on the edge of the bed, crowding her on purpose and hid a smile when Emily merely pushed back. Oddly liking the redheads' stubborn streak, she took hold of her arms and held them on either side of Emily's cute face. Emily, childishly, had shut her eyes and turned her head away, forehead creased.

"Poor baby." Naomi, close enough to kiss her neck and face, leaned over and kissed her jaw, she stopped herself from nibbling the flesh like she'd done so many times the night before. "Did you not get enough sleep? Is this why you're cranky?" She could sense the redhead was about to retort and almost laughed out loud when all she did was huff and shuffle further into her body almost pushing her off the edge of the bed. It truly was one of the cutest things she'd seen a very long time.

Naomi dipped her head again and kissed her cheek. She could see the redhead was losing the battle to stay silent, to not look at her. "Emily, please."

Perhaps it was the way she said it, so sadly, that finally made Emily look over at the blonde. The beautiful, blue eyed siren whose face was mere inches way from hers and was causing all kinds of tingles in every single organ in her body. Her pulse sped up. Those lips were so alluringly close, so plump and moist and ready. Nonetheless, she knew if she kissed her now that she would never stop – never ever - and their time together was slowly coming to an end. There was no point, was there?

Naomi sensed the shift and looked out the balcony, "It's…It's half six and I-" Naomi sat back, her hands instantly began to miss the softness of the redhead.

"You want some breakfast before you go?" Emily asked as she sat up once more. She sighed, running her hand though her hair- she was sure it was completely disheveled. "Or coffee? Do you like coffee? Tea? Danish! How about a danish? We could order in some brekkie." Emily's rambling made Naomi smile and that made Emily's heart ache. She would miss that- that just for her smile. "I'm sure the bloody pervert wouldn't mind one last glance at your gorgeous face."

Naomi shook her head and laughed lightly. "You're mad. I've no make-up and my hair-" She tried hard to not stare at the glorious view of Emily's tits in front of her, kept telling herself to look at Emily's eyes, Emily's nose, lips, anything but the tempting torso. She tried pulling back that one piece of her blonde hair not long enough to reach around her ear. It kept getting in her eyes. "I look a mess."

Emily reached for her hand, gently touching the same strand and moving to catch Naomi's fingers. She cupped her right cheek with her free hand. "Nao-" A quick knock on the door and a unquestionably female voice from the other end interrupted. Emily eyed her curiously. "You ordered breakfast?"

Naomi nodded shyly. "It's… Well, we should eat. I mean, my flight..." she nervously stood up and watched as Emily rose next to her, wrapping the bed sheet around her body like a toga.

Emily smiled just before kissing the blonde. "Be right back."

Naomi watched the redhead go into the bathroom and shook her head, her mind whirling. She didn't want to go. Not yet. She wanted to rip the sheets covering Emily's small frame and eat off her body. She'd tried a lot in her life, sex not being something to be embarrassed about in her household. It was to be fun and adrenaline-charged but food play had never come into being. For all of James' sexual boasting he'd ended up being warm and tender and, as her mother would say, a 'vanilla' lover.

As she opened the door she couldn't help but snicker at the thought of this night's conversation with Gina. Her mum was a different sort of bird, a friend most of the time but a parent when truly needed. It had taken Naomi years to stand being in the same room as her mum after her dad left. Taken her a few more to like her and a few more after that to love her and cherish her like she did now. She just knew what embarrassing questions Gina would be asking about Emily: is it true about redheads in bed? How many times did she climax? Did she learn anything new?

She rummaged in her purse to pay for breakfast with some of her leftover Euros. Seeing that the server's eyes were elsewhere Naomi turned to see what had captured her attention. Emily had since walked into the room, topless, and wearing a pair of colorful knickers. After watching Emily shimmy into her tight shorts, the blonde took a deep breath. She'd noticed a love bite right under her left hip that stood out brightly in comparison to the pale white flesh of that luscious arse. Her mind flashed to the moment right before her lips had kissed that area and then bit into it, felt herself grow wet again. Naomi looked away, loudly clearing her throat to get the attendant's attention, "Morning. Ten Euros should cover it, right?"

"Sí, señora," the woman's cheeks blushed heavily at having been caught staring.

Naomi thanked the server and awkwardly grabbed the tray as she and the woman exchanged the notes. Waiting until the door was closed Naomi whispered, "For fucks sakes, Em, I think you broke her."

Emily laughed as she quickly threw an oversized shirt on. "Right, miss perve. I saw you looking at my bum too."

Naomi bit her lip, hadn't really meant to but knowing exactly what was underneath that fabric was tempting. The shape of her breasts, the taut tummy, the taste of her. It had to fucking stop, now. "Come on. Let's eat outside now that you are satisfactorily dressed to be seen in public."

"Says the girl that grew up in a commune where clothing was optional." Emily simply followed.

Naomi raised an eyebrow as she watched Emily drizzle some honey onto the plain yoghurt. Her eyes quickly scanned the tray full of Catalan eats, seeing which one she felt like having. She wasn't a sweets kinda morning person. She liked her salty eggs, buttery toast, coffee black. She grinned when she saw a good sprinkling of roasted hazel nuts had been laid out in a smiley face over Emily's endearingly looking yoghurt.

She grasped a short handle butter spreader and smeared some Nutella over one of the bread rolls. Without meaning to, she spread a far too much and her index finger ended up collecting the overflow. Just as she was about to clean it off on her napkin she noticed Emily staring at her hand, wide eyed. In a playful mood, the blonde brought up her hand and, just as she was about to lick the Nutella off her finger, she extended her arm and offered it to the girl sitting across from her.

Naomi was pretty sure the redhead would have drooled had she not been swallowing the carefully fashioned yoghurt at that moment. Emily blinked before opening her mouth, her tongue slowly peeking out. Just as she was about to get a taste of the hazelnut spread, Naomi speedily dabbed it on her nose.

"You fucking git!"Emily giggled.

The redheads laugh was catching. Smiling, Naomi leaned over the table, "Come here," she commanded.

Emily eyed her warily before moving forward. A quick lick and gentle nip left her breathless. She grabbed Naomi by the back of the neck, pulled her towards her, and kissed her lips for all she was worth. Not wanting to ever stop. The soft moan that erupted from Naomi made the redhead pull her in even closer. She tasted like freshly squeezed orange juice. Delicious.

The blonde didn't care that they were out in the open, on the balcony, easily accessible to prying eyes. Naomi's left hand went straight under to Emily's shirt to her superb tits, glad that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh, Jesus." Emily groaned and pushed her body into Naomi's amorous hands.

A loud crash of various eating utensils and a bowl broke the sexually charged moment. "Dammit, fuck!" Naomi pulled away, her right hand jellied with marmalade and butter. "Fucking fig jam." Emily couldn't help but laugh out loud at the scowl on the blonde's face as she wiped the offending food off with her napkin. Naomi rolled her eyes before sighing, "I should wash this off. Won't be a tic."

Emily silently reached out and grabbed her before the blonde could leave. She pulled her down and kissed her softly. "I want to lick your fingers and then have you inside me," she muttered against her.

Naomi struggled to breath and could hardly stand, she nearly swooned at that statement. "Christ in crutches, Emily, you're making me wet all over again."

Emily looked into her eyes and smirked, "That's the whole point, darling."

"If I - We… eh…." Naomi wanted to. She really did. She wanted to take Emily on that table, onlookers be dammed. But… she couldn't. She knew if she started she wouldn't be able to stop. She wouldn't be satisfied with one last magnificent fuck out in the balcony of this three star hotel. No. She couldn't. Wouldn't. Emily deserved better.

"Maybe next time, yeah?" Emily said as she delicately let go of Naomi's hand. She knew what Naomi was thinking. Didn't know how but she just knew. Maybe it was a twin thing where you paid a lot more attention to the other person than non-twins did. The eyes, the mouth, the way they moved.

By the time the blonde sat back down Emily was on to another delicious treat. "Mmmn. This pain au chocolat reminds me of a little bakery near my flat. Maybe you've heard of it? It's called-" Naomi touched her knee and softly shook her head. "What? Really? Too tempting to know where I live?"

Naomi puffed, fed her a strawberry instead of responding. Emily licked the strawberry juice lingering around her mouth and as the blonde looked at Emily's lips she didn't realize she was licking her own. Catching Emily's twinkling eyes she shyly smiled that lopsided smile of hers "You're very stalkable."

She thought back to that morning. How she woke up with Emily's hand snuggled in between her breast as if she were holding on to her heart, her face tucked under her chin, warm breath tickling her neck. She relished the short stretch of time she spent watching her sleep, eyes raking over her shoulder, her hand, her bare skin that re-awoke her blatant desire for this woman. That was when she recognized she had to get up and go. The little noises of protestation coming from the sleeping redhead as she gently removed herself from underneath her made it harder than she ever thought it could be.

Emily recognized Naomi mind was whiling again. She could see it. "Say something." When Naomi's eyes connected with hers she felt it all the way own to her bones.

Keeping it light, Naomi replied, "I'm all about experiments, me."

The answer was so unexpected Emily accidentally snorted as she laughed a hard belly laugh, her hands quickly cupping her mouth and nose in embarrassment. After watching Naomi bite her lip and wink at her the laughter started all over again. The blonde's staccato giggle joined in.

Seriously short of breath after about a minute of laughter, Emily waved her hand in protest and let her companion know her belly was hurting. She needed to catch a lungful of air. But, after a few seconds of watching her recover, Naomi reached over the table and zealously kissed her once more. Then, she affectionately put her forehead on Emily's and stared into her brown eyes. In all seriousness she spoke, "Em?"

"Please, don't. Ok?" Emily responded, heartbroken. Tears were welling in her eyes. Her hands trembled as she cupped the blonde's face.

"I… just wanted to tell you… You're rather fucking wonderful." It was no more than a whisper but sounded so loud in Naomi's head. Emily sadly smiled and very subtly glanced down at her lips but Naomi noticed it. Naomi noted every little thing she did. "I… I've got to go. I'm sorry. I truly am." Her voice sounded so foreign to her, so deep and aching. Her eyes were also beginning to tear and she needed to get out of there before she said something she would forever regret. Fate indeed.

Emily slowly nodded and watched as Naomi finished getting ready. Watched her sit on the bed as she put on her heels, watched her mouthwateringly bend over the couch to pick up her purse, watched her look at the rumpled sheets on the bed and take a deep breath as her eyes closed. It was only when she'd put on her coat and was about to open the door that Emily finally woke up from the stupor she was in.

"Naomi, wait!" she yelled as he jumped off the chair and ran towards the startled blonde. She approached and kisses her against the door, soft and sweet. "The people who make us happy are never the people you expect. So when you find someone you've got to cherish it." She wrapped her arms around the taller woman and held her close. "I will see you again."

Naomi smiled into her shoulder and kissed her collarbone one last time, closing her eyes as she breathed in Emily's unique scent. "I do not doubt it."

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Epilogue next…

My sincerest apologies for the delay of this update. If I were to tell you what has happened in the last 6 months you would think I'm an outrageous fanfic writer & that the plot has run away from me. Besides the fact work has been incredibly busy, I was diagnosed with skin cancer and even my doctor was all 'you are too young to have this.' Duh! I grew up in the tropics yet never really tanned. I was at the beach a lot but I was careful. However, I did start tanning two year ago at a salon since I have no patience to lay out in the heat and thought to myself '10 minutes every other week wont matter' well, it does. Now I've got a gnarly scar from the surgery and the type of cancer I had has a 50 % chance of recurring. I'm not going to preach about indoor tanning but please use sunblock, a lot, re-apply frequently. Stay safe and peace out 'til the short epilogue.