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Thanks again for my reviews. It is meat and drink to us struggling writers. I'm glad a couple of you at least are enjoying the flights of fancy I indulge in. Anyway, short is better Nancy, right? Oh, and you may want to ensure the room is empty when reading this chapter, it's a bit incendiary...

I don't own Skins, because if I did, S7 Fire would be a Naomily fest of about 4 hours.

Naomi

Well, this is frankly weird. Standing in front of my mums house next to a petite redhead who is firmly handcuffed to me. Like I said, weird...

You know when you were a kid, and Christmas never seemed to come? All those dark cold December days waiting. Asking your mum how many sleeps till Santa comes? Well this week has been a bit like that for me. Once Emily had worked out how to swag a day pass for me, it was just a case of writing back to my mum, expressing totally bogus dismay at my poor papa's terminal illness, and begging her to get me out of here for just one day, so I could say goodbye. Yeah, right. The little shit said goodbye to me and my mum 23 years ago, when I was just a bump. The only memory I have of him is a faded photo I found under newspaper in a drawer of a dresser my mum was having collected for the dump, and the name on my birth certificate. Ronald James Williams. I don't even have his name. Fucker. This was the only good thing he had ever done for me in all that time. So I figured he owed me that at least.

So after a week that seemed to last an ice age, I was woken at 6.30, taken to reception, fed and watered and allowed to dress in my (borrowed) new black skirt and vest top, with my own short leather jacket over it. I sat there for the usual hour and a half, waiting for the taxi and my escort. Nice taxi, even nicer escort. Small, red haired and dressed in a very sexy but formal black business suit with a white top underneath. She looked like someone off of Madmen. Just younger and more Millennium than 1950's. She smelled of l'essence de Emily, and my nostrils flared as I caught a trace of the subtle musky perfume she wore. I don't know what its called, but mixed with her own unique scent, it sets my pheromones into hunter/killer mode. It was all I could do to stop myself jumping her there and then, especially when she attached the lightweight metal handcuffs to our wrists, binding us together for the journey. Emily, naked, handcuffs a treacherous little voice sounded off in my already sexually stimulated brain. Where had I heard that phrase before? Oh well, it was very appropriate, except maybe not in the back of a taxi driven by a large and perspiring Middle Eastern gentleman with terminal halitosis. I'm glad we were in the very back seats of the big blue Ford galaxy, at least conversation would be minimal with our temporary guide.

The journey was mercifully short, because keeping my hands off her was difficult. We talked in general terms about nothing much, and after the guy driving had drunk in enough of our bodies through the mirror, he got bored and concentrated on what he was being paid for. I could feel the warmth of her body pressed into my side, and it was hard to know where to put our hands. Holding each others was out, given Abdul's keen eyes, so I settled for the odd stroke of her fingers when his attention was on the road, or any unfortunate cyclist who crossed his path. I'll give Emily her due. If her insides were churning as much as mine, she never showed it. Not even an answering touch on my fingers. She seemed fascinated by the passing scenery, so I gave up making small talk after 10 minutes and did the same. Soon the streets of Bristol appeared, and I noted the small changes 3 and a half years had brought to my home town. Buildings gone, streets widened or pedestrianised, just random stuff, but my heart felt heavy at how easily the world goes on without you. As we got closer to my house, I could feel myself tense up. Streets I walked down to school, avenues I had staggered along back from parties, alleys I had stood in, with some random or other, late at night kissing face, or worse. It was a bit surreal to be honest. When we turned into my road, I had to wipe away a tear which had traitorously appeared on my cheek. I gulped and that earned me a hard look from both Emily and Abdul. Fucks sake, I told myself sternly as the taxi slowed to a halt outside a very familiar yellow chalet, I'm Naomi Campbell, ice queen, get a grip.

We left the car awkwardly. Handcuffs don't make for elegant exits. But finally the taxi pulled away, with Emily's instructions to be back here at 5.30, ready to take me back to HMP Larkwood. I closed off that thought immediately. It was only 9.15. We had over 8 hours. I was going to enjoy it if it killed me.

Straight away, Emily pulled me along, up the steps onto our porch. She had put her top coat over our joined arms, so the neighbours couldn't see the cold steel which bound us together, but once we were standing at the door, she expertly slipped the cuffs off, and gripped my hand in hers. She looked down the street at the disappearing Galaxy and then finally I got her genuine 100 megawatt Fitch smile. My heart bumped like a fairground dodgem as she squeezed my hand in hers.

"Home Naomi" she grinned delightedly at my slightly stunned expression " God, I've been dying to do this" and with that she hugged me really tight in both arms and kissed my neck with her warm lips, making my goose bumps do the two step all over again.

" Jesus Ems" I said, my voice cracking a bit "I was dying to do much more than that, cooped up in that cab with you so close" I squeezed her back, dropping my right hand and cupping her far too tempting bum in my palm. I felt her shake with a suppressed giggle before she reached back and captured my wandering hand,

"Now then, Prisoner Campbell" she said in a mock official voice "Privileges have to be earned you know" She stage winked at me to emphasise the point

" Point taken Governor" I said in a low, far too submissive tone " Maybe later?"

She laughed out loud "Oh, Definitely, Miss Campbell" she chuckled

I shivered at the promise in her voice. God, I wanted her so badly.

But first we had to deal with everything else. I knew my mum would be home, but Emily had told me that Effy and Emily's sister Katie would also be there shortly. I had been puzzled about that, but she had dismissed my questions with a 'wait and see' reply. Part of me was desperately trying to keep today for just me and Ems, but I was also looking forward, strangely, to seeing my mum again. She might be a daft old eco warrior, but I now found I missed her more than I had expected to. I raised my hand and knocked firmly on the door.

Ten seconds later I was engulfed in the arms of my daffy parent, in full earth mother mode. I hugged her back, a bit awkwardly to be truthful, but she didn't notice.

"Oh my beautiful girl" she gushed "I've missed you so fucking much!"

"OK, mum" I choked out "Save the histrionics, yeah? We have company?"

She shushed me dismissively, smiling broadly at an amused Emily "Emily is family now. She doesn't mind a mad old bat hugging her own daughter, do you love?"

Emily chuckled, and they shared the sort of glance two old friends do when someone around them is being a first class tit.

"No, of course not Gina" she smiled "Naomi is a bit short on the social graces. I think we both know that"

I scowled at them darkly, but they were obviously immune to my death ray. Bitches!

So I went in, my mum hugging one side of me, and Emily holding my other hand. I thought we would get stuck in the doorway and have to be cut out by firemen, but sideways on, we managed it, just.

Two cups of (frankly awful) tea later, and with the three of us sitting around the totally too big kitchen table like a jury deciding a case, I looked curiously around the familiar room as my mum began yet another embarrassing tale from my long lost childhood. Fucks sake, I thought. You would think I was the visitor and Emily the daughter. But I scolded myself right after. My girlfriend (and I still shivered with disbelief at that word) and my mum got on. Wasn't that a good thing? I looked up at the chalk board. No rotas on there now, but Meat is Murder and Save the Whale were still up there. Jesus, my mum was officially the world oldest hippy, I smirked inwardly.

Just then the door knocker went again. I braced myself for the next batch of "All our Yesterdays" before My mum jumped up and went down the hallway to the front door

"Fucks sake, Ems" I hissed "Don't let her go on. It'll be 5 before she even gets to my adolescence"

Emily grinned back at me, totally unabashed "Oh I don't think so babes" she laughed "We have a proper timetable here, and I'm sticking to it" she gripped my thigh hard as I heard the sounds of other people thumping down the passage "I have plans for you later. Upstairs" She lowered her eyes and then looked up at me with those deep brown eyes. Her pupils were dilated and I felt a warm pulse start up between my legs. God I loved it when she took charge!

Sadly, that was all we had time for before the whole kitchen erupted in noise. In came Effy, dressed to fuck as always, in a tiny blue silk dress, buckled at the waist and showing as much cleavage as she could manage whilst staying inside it. The regulation dayglo ankle socks and black 12 lace DM's topped it off. Next to her stood what I first thought was another Emily. Staring at me like I was Gary Glitter come to tea. Deep brown eyes, just like Ems, long dark brown hair, streaked with purple, and dressed to rival Effy in the 'Fuck me' stakes. She had a very short black skirt which showed off her legs nicely, black tights and an open necked silk top which matched the purple in her hair. More make up than Emily wore, and certainly more cleavage than I had ever seen my Wing Governor display. But it was her expression that held my eyes. Calculating, wary and slightly feral. I knew in an instant I would never get any bull shit past her.

"So this is the woman who has stolen my sisters heart" she said evenly "Not to mention broken up her engagement, risked her career and quite possibly her liberty. Nice to meet you Naomi"

I swallowed once as my mum went to reply to the sting of those remarks. But before she could, I saw Effy dig Katie hard in the ribs. She never flinched, and I saw I was right about her flinty personality. A hard one this.

Katie smiled with her mouth, but her steely eyes held mine to hers. "But as my sister is the most important person in my life" ( I heard Emily say in a voice so soft, only I caught it "except for Katie of course") "and is so crazy about you Campbell, that she bored me for 3 hours straight the other night, expounding your virtues" she broadened the smile and this time it reached her eyes "I think we can dispense with the normal third degree I owe you. Emily is convinced you are innocent. That's good enough for me...for the moment. Shall we sit down and try to sort this shit out?"

The atmosphere lightened considerably after that and more abysmal tea was served, much to Katie's disgust. Her powers of sociability were very thin. And Emily was obviously aware of her sisters short attention span for small talk.

"OK" Emily said, suddenly all business " We have a plan, but Naomi and Gina need to be filled in on the details... Effy?" she looked expectantly at my friend, who looked around the table before answering

"Right, so we all know its not probable that Naomi drank a distillery, consumed a nights worth of Bristol dealers stock and drove the BMW into those kids" I winced at her tone, but that was Effy, brutally to the point

"But proving it will be a mother fucker" I say my mum blink at the profanity, but Effy was on a roll.

"First. Cook is now on Johnny White's payroll full time. Second, White has contacts and paid informers in the Drug Squad, Murder Squad and Vice. That makes him a hard target to hit. Hurt Cook and we hurt White. And JW has enough full time goons to take care of this little amateur posse in their lunch hour, between courses.

I croaked a question "Is this supposed to make me feel better, because I really need cheering up"

Effy waved a hand in my direction before continuing "Patience Naoms, I think Emily has a plan to cheer you up big time before 5.30" she winked at me knowingly and I felt my face flush as my mothers eyes widened at the implication. Emily's nervous snigger next to me didn't help at all.

"Jesus, Stonem" Katie spat "Its bad enough my sister's turned into a full time muff muncher. Can you spare me the totally sick making mental images, please?"

Effy slid a slow sidelong glance over Katie's body before looking her in the eyes

"Careful Katie" she said in a sultry voice "I think the lady doth protest too much"

I saw Katie flush before she regained her composure "Fuck off Effy, I'm so straight I don't even fancy the REAL Naomi Campbell, let alone this loser"

This time it was Emily who poked her sister hard in the ribs. She actually did flinch when the finger dug into her, but Effy carried on as if nothing had been said

"Yeah, well OK Katie, you keep telling yourself that. Maybe we can have a chat later about the unpredictable transience of human sexuality" She grinned like the Cheshire cat when Katie huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Right. Back to the problem in question. We need an in to Whites organisation, an in to Cooks crew and time to work out how we are going to use that in to get information. It's going to be dangerous, its going to be messy, and at least one of us is going to have to put out to get the sort of pillow talk details we need to blow this open. I am volunteering for that task, especially as Cook already wants into my knickers. Unless you are up for it Katiekins?"

Again the sidelong look. I knew that look. Katie, despite her protestations, was toast. Once Effy set her sights on seduction, it was inevitable, like the sun coming up tomorrow.

"I'm not fucking some random just to get information. What do you think I am Stonem?"

"I don't know yet babes" Effy drawled "But once we get to know each other, I'm sure we can work something out"

They looked at each other for a long moment, Katie glaring, Effy in obvious amusement at her 'partners' discomfort

"So" Effy continued. "Katie and I will leave you guys to it. We'll go for a coffee and talk it through, OK Katie?" Emilys sister shrugged, but when Effy got up from the table, she stood too

"Err, talk to you later Ems?" she said to her sister. Emily nodded quickly

"Come on Katie" Effy said, walking towards the door "We can have coffee at my place. Its nearer than Starbucks, and the atmosphere is so welcoming" She sniggered as she left. Katie shot a glance at Emily just as she disappeared which screamed "Oh fuck, rescue me sis" but Emily just dipped her head and smiled slyly at her hands.

"Well" my mum said as we were again alone, just the three of us "I have to go and get some shopping. What would you like for dinner Naomi. Still like Bolognese?"

Jesus H Christ I thought. Even prison food hadn't prepared me for a return to my mothers cooking. She had trouble with tea bags...Her spaghetti bolognese was likely to cause some serious alimentary canal problems for my beloved Emily. I couldn't do that to her!

"Err, no don't so that mum" I gasped, too quickly "We'll get a Chinese delivered, like we used to when..." I saw her face cloud a little at my dismissal of her offer, but being my mum, she hid it well.

"Oh, OK Naomi. That sounds very nice. Emily, do you like Chinese?"

Emily spluttered a positive response, trying to mask her amusement at my clumsy rejection.

"Well" my mum said again "I still need some things in town" she looked up at the Station clock on the wall "It's after 10, so I will be a couple of hours at least. Will you girls be OK on your own?" Emily and I exchanged glances which said far too clearly that we would be very much OK on our won. I felt my face flush at the promise of the next two hours.

Gina fussed about for a minute or two, dragging a recyclable shopping bag from the gap between the washing machine and the drawer unit. She put on her gaudily striped poncho and turned to us before walking to the door.

"Now, I've tidied your bedroom, and umm, there are new sheets and duvet cover on the bed" She giggled nervously as she realised what she had said

"MUM" I said "Please?"

I could hear Emily stifling a series of delicious giggles, which made me blush even more. For fucks sake, It was bad enough Effy dishing out the sexual innuendo, I really didn't want my mum as a handmaiden in my harem...

When the door finally banged shut behind my mum we looked at each other for long seconds. We could both feel the tension mounting. This was it. No more furtive fumbling or stolen moments. Upstairs my double bed waited for us. Me and my girlfriend... I swallowed noisily and then snorted with laughter as Emily raised one quizzical eyebrow at my gaffe.

"I think its time you showed me the famous Campbell boudoir" she whispered in a voice suddenly low with meaning. "Like NOW Naomi" she growled. I melted inside. God she was hot when she was hot, if you know what I mean.

Opening my bedroom door put the brass stamp on the weirdness of the day. It looked just as it had nearly 4 years ago. The fairy lights on my brass bed head were glowing pink. The curtains were drawn, despite it being just before 11 in the morning. The room had a rosy glow which made it look slightly unreal. My wall mirror still had the tickets for the O2 Foo Fighters gig tucked in the corner. A show I had missed due to an urgent appointment with a Judge, if I remember correctly.

Below the mirror, my Simon and Patrick acoustic stood on its metal stand. A bit dusty, but as I ran my fingers across the steel strings, still almost in tune. Next to it was my battered old Stratocaster, still connected to the 40w Roland Cube amp I had saved all summer to buy when I was 17. I used to love music, back in the day. It was my relaxant, my best friend and sometimes my confidant, when life was shit and all I could rely on was my ability to hold a Bm7 chord...

I turned to the doorway, conscious that my silence could be misunderstood, but I should have known that Emily would understand completely. She stood there in the doorway, hands at her sides and a gentle smile on her pretty face.

"Take all the time you want babes" she breathed "I'll still be here"

"No" I said shortly "It's OK. Come here, now..."

She could hear the tension in my voice and covered the distance between us in two steps.

She held my head in her palms and kissed me slowly but chastely on the lips. Then she just held me for a few moments, her arms encircling me protectively.

"We will get you out of there my darling" she said "This is just the first step, believe me"

I wanted to believe, that's for sure. I wanted nothing more than to be in her arms, in this room for a whole year if possible. My sanctuary had suddenly become our sanctuary.

I lifted my head from her shoulder and this time I kissed her with passion. Her mouth opened when I tested her lips with my tongue and the floodgates opened. We crashed down on to the bed, tearing at each others clothes, careless of buttons and zips. Her jacket fell to the floor, and I reluctantly released her lips to pull the white top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I growled deep in my throat as her soft pert breasts bounced slightly as she lowered her arms. My top came off and I scrabbled to take off my skirt, throwing it to the other side of the room in my haste to be naked with her. We watched each other with hungry eyes as we stripped off the last things. Finally, we knelt opposite each other, eyes raking each others bodies, drinking in the sight. I kissed her hard again and she whimpered, running her tongue round my mouth, deep and wet. I moaned into her mouth as she slid a hand between us and cupped my sex. I wanted her to carry on, but something stopped me. Pulling away from her seductive kisses, I gasped

"No, wait" Emily's eyes were hooded and almost black with desire, and she reached for me again.

"Emily, wait" I said again and she whined in disappointment as I drew back from her hands "I said I wanted this to be your time, remember"

"Fuck 'my time' Naomi, she said in a dark brown voice "If you don't let me have you right now babes, I am going to explode! and if I remember right, it was my turn!"

I pushed her back so that she was lying under me. "Let me please" I said "Just let me love you first...then we can do ...everything you want, later"

Her eyes were still black and glowing, but she let me slip down her body until I was kneeling on the white rug beside the bed and her thighs were either side of me. She slid her hands up her own body, cupping her small breasts and thumbing the nipples repeatedly "Jesus Naomi" she said huskily "Just do it to me babes, just fucking..."

So I did. I looked at her in the gentle light and worshipped her perfection. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. Her thighs opened as I pressed them and I slid under her, so that her heels were lying on my bare back. She was open and submissive under me, just where I wanted her. I breathed on her softly and saw her stomach muscles ripple as the sensations mounted. She was smooth down there, pure. Like she was a virgin and I was her first. I liked it. I knew that actually this was supposed to be her time. The time that she made love to me, but I just had to take her now, like this. The first time in my house, on my bed. My lover, Emily.

I kissed her folds and she groaned. Like she had against that library door, but louder, more abandoned now we could let go. I licked her again, top to bottom, feeling the moisture grow and feeling her thighs clench around my shoulders. Again I slowly ran my tongue from top to bottom, and again and again... I knew this was exquisite torture, but I wanted every second, every delicious minute to be burned into my brain. Emily Fitch, naked, open and wet, for me Naomi Campbell, her lover.

I slid both hands up under her and pushed a pillow under her pert behind. Now she was where I wanted her. I started to weave my magic... Long strokes, small circles, small sucks on the pearl of her clit. Her hands tangled in my hair, like last time, hips rolling, breathy moans and cries. This was heaven on earth. I felt like I could do this to her for ever. I sucked her nub into my mouth and gently trilled on it with my tongue, she cried out aloud then, a desperate needy cry. God, she was close already. Sliding first one finger, then another inside her folds, I curled them back, massaging the place behind her clit, matching my strokes inside and out. I scissored my two fingers back and forwards and she groaned deliciously as her climax stole up on her. Her hips were moving in counterpoint to my licking and thrusting and I knew it would only be seconds. I hummed as I sucked on her clit for the last time and she actually screamed. Not a scream of pain, but that moment when she had no answer to my tormenting tongue, she was on that plateau between life and death. The petit mort as the French call it. Little Death. So exquisite, its almost like dying. Her hands left my hair and scrabbled for grip on the duvet. Once twice, three times she arched up under me. She came so hard, and for so long that when she had finally collapsed under me, her eyes drooped like she had been stunned. Her mouth claimed mine as I moved up to kiss her and she moaned weakly as she tasted her own orgasm on my lips.

She slept for a quarter of an hour, that small smile playing on her lips all the while. I stared at my bedroom ceiling and replayed the whole thing in my head. All those other girls I had fucked had meant nothing. The only purpose they served was to educate me enough so that I could do what I had just done to Emily Fitch. I know it's big headed, but I was good at it, and I knew it. I had made my girl come like she never had before. I had branded her. She was mine. No other lover would come close. I knew that.

Later, she made love to me, my Emily, slowly, uncertainly...but with just as much passion as I had shown her. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. The result was just the same. I arched and spasmed in just as much ecstasy as she had. Watching her dark eyes looking at me as her tongue moved in and on me was enough. We made love over and over, desperate for the taste and feel of each other. By the time the door banged downstairs, and my mother made her entirely unnecessary loud arrival obvious, we were lying sated, exhausted and blissfully happy. It was after 2, we had been making each other moan for 3 hours. Even we had to stop sometime I guess. I felt her smile against my shoulder as I shouted at my mum to "Be quiet, we know you are home for fucks sake!" We giggled like two schoolgirls caught eating biscuits after lights out.

The rest of the day seemed to go like lightning. We ate our Chinese in comfortable silence, my mum bustling about, making tea and small talk. All too soon it was 4.30 and the shadows on the lawn were lengthening. A small knot in my stomach grew by the minute, and by the time we heard the toot of the taxi's horn I was in full panic mode. It couldn't end yet. Suddenly everything that had happened seemed unreal.

Emily watched me with real worry in her dark eyes. She hugged me repeatedly, but I pushed her away. I was going back into convict mode, and the mixed signals were confusing me. She didn't understand, of course, how could she? She would be dropping me off at reception before driving off in her nice new car to her nice new flat, while I sat in my room, alone, with just memories...

I know it was selfish, and I could see the hurt in her eyes as I avoided contact and comfort. I saw her exchange glances with my mum as I answered her questions with one word answers. I know I was hurting her, but I couldn't help it. My walls were being rebuilt as we sat there. When the taxi hooted, it was like a signal to resume normal life. Which for me was a cell, twenty strangers for neighbours and another 2000 days of captivity. The black cloud which had dissipated was now hovering over me, and my mood matched it exactly.

The journey back to Larkwood was silent. It suited me. Emily's face was a mask too, so we looked like two statues, looking at but not seeing the scenery flash by.

She uncuffed me in reception and tried to whisper words of comfort, but I was past caring. I pushed past her and made my way up to my room. I sat on my bed, looking out at the darkening fields. Bitter thoughts filled my mind. What was the point of today? A few hours of joy, balanced against a lifetime of disappointment. She wouldn't wait for me. The chances were I would be shipped out sometime over the next year and that would be that. I know it was unreasonable, I know it was unfair, but that tiny sliver of normality had brought everything back into sharp focus. Who did we think we were kidding?

When Ellie pooped her head round the door and offered a cup of chocolate, I raised my head and looked at her open, cheerful face. This was my world now, at least for the next 4 years. I was stupid to blow this girl off. I could have wall to wall sex and companionship from her any time I wanted. Without complications. I smiled at her and she almost bounced in happiness. I could separate her from her little Filipino any-time I wanted, couldn't I? After all, I am the famous Naomi Campbell, seducer of innocents, master of the rapid fire tongue, a ninja between the sheets...

I pushed myself off the bed and slid an arm round her thin shoulders. She looked up at me hopefully, pressing her big tits against me like a puppy humping my leg.

"Come back at 11 Ellie," I said... I need you tonight, OK?

She almost shook her head off nodding.

Fuck it, why not?

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