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Well its update time again. Last time I closed a chapter, Naomi was in the prison library, scheming to use Effy as Ellie repellent, and then the door opens and Emily Fitch walks in, closes the door...and locks it.

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I've been told I should put a disclaimer here. So here goes. I don't own Skins, because if I did it would be wall to wall fluffy/smutty Naomily. So there!

Emily

I locked the door behind me, and turned to meet the powder blue eyes of the one person who could really ruin my life. Naomi looked at me steadily, which almost made me turn and run, but I steadied myself with a long breath and spoke.

"Can I talk to you?" I said in a quiet voice. Not at all my normal assertive self.

She shrugged and rolled her beautiful eyes. "Go ahead, disappoint me" she said evenly, but a small smile betrayed her amusement and I gathered myself to speak the truth.

"Right, well. its..." I stammered. Then started again "I was horrible to you the other day, and I guess I deserved the little show you put on with Ellie on the landing"

She at least had the grace to lower her eyes at that barb, but otherwise she stayed silent.

"I am going to be truthful, and tell you things that I would never in a million years tell an inmate under normal circumstances" I swallowed before continuing. Still she held my gaze with those mesmerising eyes.

"For your information, I have dumped my fiancée, But it wasn't just because you and I have met again. Things have been bad between us for a while now, and I guess you were the straw that broke the camels back"

She smiled a thin sarcastic smile "I've been called worse than a straw. Carry on.."

I looked deep into her eyes and saw that she wasn't actually taking the piss, rather keeping up the Campbell mask she was so skilful at wearing.

"You know we could never have a... proper relationship, at least while you are in here, don't you?"

Again she shrugged non-committally, but the small smile was back.

"OK, here it is" I said "I want to be your friend first. Can you handle that?"

She nodded, but her mask never faltered

"Outside this library, and my office, its Miss Campbell and Governor Fitch, right?"

"I can live with that" she smirked "But what about in here?"

"In here I am just going to ask one thing" I said, my voice croaky with tension

"And that is?" she said, rising from her seat and coming round the desk to stand two feet in front of me.

"And... get your arse over here Campbell and give me a fucking...just..."

I didn't finish because she closed the distance between us like a cat stalking a mouse. Suddenly my view was all platinum hair and blue eyes. Then the world exploded. Fireworks, Fourth of July, Chinese New Year, Olympic opening ceremonies... Fucking limp dicks, all of them. Kissing Naomi Campbell was a thermonuclear bomb in comparison. When her lips closed over mine, and she slid her arms around me, pressing her body against mine so tight, I nearly fucking died. In fact I might have, I don't know. All I was conscious of was pure, unadulterated sensation. Soft, searching lips, an urgent, probing tongue and her arms squeezing me like she would never let me go.

I don't know how long we stood like that, but it may have been hours. I didn't need to stop for breath, she was giving me the kiss of life over and over. I moaned into her mouth and she moaned back. Fuck, she is as blown away as me, I thought.

Finally, reluctantly, she cupped my face in her hands and pulled away to look in my eyes. I was drowning, and only she could save me. I put up my hands between us to push her back as she leaned in for another kiss, but she understood, and pulled away. Her breath smelled faintly of peppermint Tic Tacs and I nearly died from sensory overload all over again when she whispered something so low, I almost didn't hear it, even though she was inches away.

"You know I've always loved you, don't you" she said, and this time lowered her eyes to the floor as if she had finally unburdened herself.

My knees felt weak, and I might have fallen if she hadn't been holding me. I said groggily

"We should, you know, stop now, before..."

She gave me a sweet, understanding smile and spoke

"I will if you will Emily. But there is just one thing"

I wrinkled my brow in puzzlement at that

"What?"

She grinned a bit wider

"You'll have to let go of my tits for that to happen"

I dropped my hands like I had been scalded. I suddenly realised that my palms held the memory of two perfect breasts. I had been fucking touching her up without even knowing it. My blush would have started a small brush fire if we had been outside, but her delicious giggle made me feel a bit better.

When she stepped away, I felt a moment of loss I have never experienced before and a big part of me wanted nothing more than to go back 30 seconds and experience the ecstasy of that shared kiss all over again. But I didn't dare. One more of those firecrackers tonight and I would be naked and rolling on the floor with prisoner Campbell N. screaming the place down, and that just couldn't happen. At least not here... not yet. I cringed at the realisation that I actually would have if she had wanted it badly enough.

I felt embarrassed, but strangely at peace with myself for the first time in months. Jesus, I was actually contemplating a sexual relationship with a prisoner in my charge. I don't think a plea of insanity would cut it with the Number One Governor, but I just didn't care. This felt so right...

With one last chaste kiss on my cheek, Naomi finally released me from my dream like state. She looked into my eyes for a minute, seeming to come to a decision. She bit her lip adorably and went back behind the desk. Part of me was relieved, because I seemed to have no control whatsoever of my own body when she was in close proximity. My mind flickered with a thought about what sex with her would be like if that was what a kiss could produce, but to be honest, I think my circuits were all burned out and I couldn't process that image. She sat down and breathed deeply before speaking.

"OK Emily, we have a problem here" she said in a voice full of regret

"I..I.I..I" I said stupidly, unable to control my lips now. For fucks sake Emily, I thought, get a grip.

My heart sank as I began to think she was having second thoughts, but she seemed to read my mind because her hand came up as if to stop me in my tracks.

"No" she said "It's OK, but we have to be so careful, right?"

I nodded dumbly, wondering why a convicted criminal could muster her thoughts quicker than a senior prison official.

"One thing prison has taught me is how to keep a secret, so that's not a problem. But there is Ellie. She has a nose like a Rottweiler, when it comes to you. She's already accused me of having the hots for you just from that exchange of glances on the landing earlier this week, so if we give her any clues, she'll be on to us like a snake"

I nodded again, wondering why I was doing an impression of a parcel shelf ornament.

"OK" I said, absently "And then there's Sophia". The words were out of my mouth before I even thought them. The resulting silence felt like a lead weight had landed on the room

"And who the fuck is Sophia?" Naomi snarled.

I realised that lies would just goad her, so I decided truth was going to be needed here. Then I found myself bristling at her tone. After all. She was the one who had spent the week fucking the brains out of another woman, wasn't she?.

"Err, she's just some random I know. We had, a..." and I struggled with the words "Bit of a thing one night. Trouble is, she's had the hots for me for ages, so I might have some trouble convincing her that its over before its begun, you know?"

I looked into those sparkling blue eyes, but this time they were as cold as granite and lasering me where I stood.

"Just some random. That sounds likely" she said through gritted teeth. "So basically, you saw me with Ellie and decided the cure for a broken heart was a shag with the next willing woman to cross the road in front of you" Her face was dangerously pale, and I had the horrible feeling this was spinning out of control.

"It wasn't like that Naomi" I said pathetically. Fact was, it was just like that, and no spin was gonna change that. I held out my hands to her and tried the submissive route I had perfected when dealing with my dominant older twin Katie in the past.

"Look" I said slowly "I saw you with Ellie, decided to go out and get pissed, and we sort of hooked up. It was just the one night"

I couldn't resist a counter attack, and that was fucking stupid, but I did it anyway

"Just the one night Naomi. Not a fuck fest, night after night like you've had"

As if I knew what had actually been happening between her and Ellie. But as the colour in her face drained even more, I saw that saying what I feared had been a big, big mistake.

"Fine" she hissed "I think we both know where we stand now"

I held my hands up again, ashamed of my bitchiness. After all, she thought I had blanked her, so Ellie was just in the right place at the wrong fucking time, right?

"I'm so sorry Naomi" I said weakly "Can we put this behind us and try to get back to where we were a few minutes ago?"

I knew before she spoke that that wasn't going to happen. Her face was almost white with anger now, and I saw a frightening change in the soft and loving Naomi who had been here 5 minutes ago.

"Fuck it" she said savagely "Serves me right for trusting a glorified screw" she glared at me as she pushed past to the door, opening it wide and giving me one last death stare before whispering her usual parting shot. Only this time it wasn't a cheeky joke, or double entendre.

"Best we keep our distance, I think" she sneered "Maybe I should ask for a change of parole officer"

That hurt, and I felt tears stinging my eyes.

"Fine" I hissed back "Best thing all round, I think"

I stamped off back to my office, hearing the library door slam behind me as she locked up and ran up the stairs to her room.

Back to square one then.

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