Hey guys, first I just want to say: Wow, I'm surprised with the amount of reviews I got for that last chapter, I think that was the most I've ever gotten in my Naomily stories so I'm extremely grateful.

Because of what I see as a sneaky hint by DontBeIgnorant23, this chapter is going to dig down more into Effy's feelings towards Cook and such. It's kind of a filler...

If you have requests in what you want to happen in future chapters and who's POV you would like it from, just leave it in a review :)

Anyway, on with the chapter!

*Disclaimer* Don't own Skins

Effy POV

He pants above me, his hips rocking into mine over and over again. I force out a moan that never was there as he tries to hit the right spot inside of me. His breathing becomes more erratic, his thrusts more and more out of sync. I make my breathing become heavier, faking the orgasm that was never to arrive. With one last guttural moan, his hot sweaty body collapses on mine, his hot breath blowing into my ear but in an unpleasant way.

Once he's calmed down, he rolls off of me onto the bed. He chuckles, his hand flying up to his forehead as he rubs it "That was-Wow"

I continue looking forward "Yeah" I roll out of bed, throwing one of my tops on I head to the kitchen. I flick the kettle on and jump onto the counter, taking out a fag and lighting it.

Freddie came back from his meeting yesterday and so we decided to have a nice dinner to ourselves. He was really sweet, he brought me some flowers, a I'm sorry bear and paid for the dinner. Then came back here and well...you kind of guess...we had shit sex. Well, shit for me as I didn't orgasm once all of last night or this morning.

Don't get me wrong, I love Freddie and once upon a time he did used to make me come. But now, he's kind of lost his edge. It's like he doesn't bother to finish me off, he just wants to fuck until he cums and then leaves me still as dry as I was before.

I jump off the counter, turning round to grab a mug out of the cupboard. Arm wrap round my midsection, pulling me tight against his skinny body. His erection digs into my bum, rubbing up and down. I sigh, shaking my head I turn around. Freddie stands behind me, smirk planted firmly on his face, her raises an eyebrow then nods down to the tent in his underwear. I smile back, watching as he steps closer to me, his lips pressing against mine roughly as he drags my top up above my waist.

He grabs onto my waist, lifting me up onto the counter. As he kisses me, I can't help but think of Cooks. Sure, they're chapped, but his kisses are soft, not rough like these ones. His always feel like he's massaging my lips, even when we used to have rough sex in a closet. His touch was always soft as well, he was never to rough, not wanting to hurt me in anyway.

As Freddie goes to enter me, I push him away. I just stare at his confused expression. I used to find that cute, now he just looks constipated to me. I shake my head, jumping off of the counter.

"I need to get to work"

"Take the day off. We both can, leave Cook in charge for the day. I've missed you"

He goes to kiss me but I place my hand on his chest "It's Emily's first day back, I need to be there for her. We both do"

"Why? She left us without warning? She left Naomi, my friendship for her went out the window as soon as she took off"

I glare at Freddie, my eyes staring into his. You can hear the hiss in my voice as I speak "Emily is our friend. She needs us there" With that, I push him away from me, stepping past him. His hand reaches out and grabs my arm tightly.

"You're not going anywhere, I said we can take the day off so we are"

I tug on my arm as his grip tightens. My eyes turn to slits at him "Let go of me Freddie. Now." I hiss.

With a scowl and one painful squeeze, Freddie lets go, pushing me back. I stumble but catch myself before I fall.

I don't look back at him as I walk into the hallway. Looking down at my arm, I can see the colour change on my arm, indicating there's going to be a bruise. Sighing, I turn into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

Her bike revs up next to me, I watch as she casually gets off it, taking off her helmet and swishing her head around. Her bright red hair settles down her shoulders, she spots me a fake smile plastered on her face. I look into her deep brown eyes. Ones that used to be so bright and happy are now dull and sad.

She walks up to me, plucking the fag out of my lips and taking her own drag.

"Sleep okay?" I ask

She nods, but I know she's lying. If the bags under her eyes aren't evidence of a rough night sleep, I don't know what else is. I raise my eyebrow at her, waiting for the story to spill from her lips.

Her eyes meet mine and she sighs "Naomi and Cook were at it like Rabbits last night. Naomi was especially loud" she says, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

I stub the fag out and start walking towards the building. Emily quickly follows, her helmet tucked under her arm. Just before we enter, I place my hand softly on her arm.

"You know you can always spend a few nights at mine right?"

Emily nods "I know, but I won't. I don't want to be a burden on you and Freddie. He's only just got back, you need time together" I smile at her, there's some of the old Emily I remember. The selfless Emily.

I shake my head "You won't be. Anyway, it's not like Freds is trying to make it up to me" I carry on into the building. I give a quick smile to Katie who smiles back but soon scowls as she sees Emily scurrying behind me. I continue into the lift, waiting for her to step in after me.

As the doors close, Emily turns to me, a questioning expression on her face "I thought you went out for a meal last night"

I shrug "We did. It was nice, but the sex...there's something missing Ems but I don't know what. We used to be so connected and now...now it's like I'm a spectator watching us have sex, I'm not the participant"

The doors open to the office, we step forward, walking in silence as we reach the glass doors. Looking in, I see Cook and Naomi standing in the opening of her office. Cook has his arms wrapped round her, smiling brightly as she giggles and blushes. He places a small kiss on her cheek then tap his finger to her nose.

"They're what's missing" Emily says. I look at her, watching as her eyes droop down in sadness. Her eyes looks up to meet mine, a small smile forming upon her lips. I touch her arm with my hand, smiling encouragingly.

"Come on, make your grand entrance then" I pull open the door, letting her step through.

I watch as Emily walks in, placing her confident facade on as she struts round the office. She cheekily winks at some of the female workers and high fives the male workers. Cook breaks away from Naomi to pull Emily into a big hug, spinning her around.

I laugh and walk through, smiling at my employees as I make my way over. As I reach them, Cook places Emily back down, grabbing onto Naomi's hand.

"It's great you're back Emilio. I have someone to pick out the hot co-workers with me" He gets a slap upside his head from Naomi who has a small playful smile on her face.

"Not as hot as you babe" Cook says.

I chuckle "Nice save Cookie" He gives me a cheeky wink before looking round curiously. Naomi whispers something in his ear, he gives her a small nod and watches as she walks back into her office without a hello to Emily.

"Say Eff, where's Freds?"

I shrug "Taking the day off. Jet lag"

Cook nods "Shame" His eyes flicker to my arm quickly. I look down, seeing that the bruise Freddie caused is poking out under my sleeve. I gently tug it down, looking back at Cook. His eyes lock with mine before they quickly look to Emily.

"I'm so glad you're my boss again. The kid who replaced you was a knob. I sucked at it, I honestly don't know how you cope with all the fuckers in here Emilio" he slaps her on the back, smiling brightly.

Emily shrugs "I put up with you don't I?" She quickly scurries away before Cook is able to grab her. He runs after her, trying to catch her. Just as he's about to grab her, Emily runs into her office, shutting the door. The lock sounds and Cook throws his arms up in the air.

"Not fair Emilio! Not fair" I hear Emily chuckles from the other side "All right, you get away this time" he chuckles before walking back towards me. He looks around quickly before grabbing onto my arm, pulling me towards my office.

I sit behind my desk and wait as he checks outside again before closing the door. He turns round and walks over to me, sitting on the edge of the desk. He grabs onto my arm lightly, softly tugging up the sleeve. I try to pull away, but he just looks up at me, begging me to let him see it. I bite my lip and look away, closing my eyes.

I feel his gaze on the bruise, I feel his finger tip lightly trace the shape. Softly, he trails his finger from my elbow, up my bicep and moving round the top, his finger travels back down to where my bicep joins my forearm.

He lightly prods it, causing me to inhale sharply at the slight pain that shoots up my arm. His hand releases my arm, letting it fall back to my side.

We sit in silence, I stare ahead at my door as I feel his gaze burn into the side of my head. I close my eyes tightly, holding back the tears that threaten to fall.

"Eff" He softly calls. I continue to stare forward, not wanting to look at him. "Effy" I still ignore him "Elizabeth" this causes me to look at him, my eyes connecting with his worried ones. His elbow rests upon his knee, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he looks me over, concern sketched all over his features.

"Did he do that to you?" he asks softly.

I turn my head away from him, again closing my eyes. Tears fall as I picture Cooks concerned face in my mind. His caring face.

He takes my chin gently in his hand, moving it so I face him. I keep my eyes closed as I feel his thumbs wipe away my tears.

"Effy look at me" I shake my head. His hand hold onto either side of my face "Effy please" Reluctantly, I open my eyes, meeting his cool blue ones.

"Don't" I whisper.

"Don't what?"

"Be like this. Don't do it"

His eyebrows furrow "Be like what? Don't do what?"

I shake my head, more tears flowing down my cheeks "Like this" I gesture between us "Don't act like you care about me"

"Of course I care about you Effy, you're my friend. Did he do this?"

I shake my head " Please Cook, don't do this. Don't act like you lo-"

"Like I what?" he asks, interrupting me.

I stare into his eyes, watching as he looks at me confused and cautiously. My mouth opens and closes multiple times, making me feel like I'm resembling a fish. I moves back, wiping at my eyes.

"We need to get back to work"

"Effy-"

"Cook, if you are not in your office in five minutes you're fired" I say, looking through random bits of paperwork.

He sighs, standing up from my desk and making his way to the door. I carry on looking through the paperwork, randomly scribbling down my signature in the right places.

"If he ever hurts you again, tell me and I'll make sure he doesn't touch you again" I hear Cook say before the door closes.

As the lock clicks, I breathe out a heavy sigh, a loud sob following it. I sob again, holding onto my face, trying to stifle them so no one else hears me. Tears run down my cheeks, dropping onto various bits if paper, making the ink run.

Why did he have to care? Why did he have to make me feel safe just by a simple touch? Why couldn't he have just turned a blind eye to the bruise, saying I just banged it badly?

Oh Cook, please, please, please stop making me fall even more in love with you than I already am.

So...again it's a filler chapter. If you guys like Effy's POV and would like to have the next chapter in her POV again then just mention it in a review, maybe give me a few ideas to what could happen in that chapter?:D

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