A/N

Two updates in one day. I'm proud of myself, even if it is received badly by any readers still vaguely interested in my blah blah... After a brief but stimulating trip into Keffy land (does anyone else think that would have been such a perfect coupling in S4, second only to the lovely Naomily?) What next, err, well back to Naomily for this chapter. But Thomas will appear in the chapter after, if briefly, but not with Pandora. And Cook gets more than he bargained for. Read on if you want, and don't forget to review, even if you don't like what I'm doing with the characters. Please? This is a filler, because I have already written a 6000 worder today, and my fingers are getting calluses. I need to find another, gentler use for them ;P Any suggestions?

Emily

The sound of the hospital general hubbub woke me first. God I was stiff, and not in a nice way. My head was on the side of the bed, next to my folded arms. My left hand held another hand. A hand I had become very familiar with the past two weeks. Naomi's hand. The one that wasn't in plaster up to the shoulder. She was still unconscious, her brow wrinkled in that way she had of appearing to frown in her sleep. Two weeks and two days I had been here, night and day mostly. Gina had spelled me turn and turn about. Today it was my turn to be here all day. Thank God I was still on compassionate leave after the trauma counsellor had signed me off. And Naomi, being a Cat C prisoner didn't need an escort. Just a side ward.

Naomi wasn't properly unconscious, I mean in the medically induced, coma type thing. She had been, for the first three days, but after the treatment for her brain swelling and Grade 3 concussion took effect, she had gradually emerged into normal sleep patterns. Well, normal for this place. I mean, who the fuck wakes you up at 6am to take a sleeping pill? A nurse is the answer. No, she was actually properly asleep this afternoon. The tracks of her pre sleep tears were still visible on her face. I think she must have said sorry about five million times since she woke to find me by her bedside after the murder attempt. At first, she was in so much pain from the badly broken arm, headaches and bruised pelvis that she hardly spoke at all. Just laid there, tears brimming from those big beautiful blue eyes, looking at me hopelessly.

Despite my solemn promise to myself that I would keep clear, and leave her mother to pick up the pieces, I just couldn't do it in the end. Part of me still burned with the jealousy and depression which overwhelmed me after her little landing show with Ellie. But seeing her helpless, tearful and broken in front of me the day she woke up, I relented. Not completely of course. That little voice inside me was very insistent. "She would have fucked her, you know" it said slyly "Fucked her all night long. Bet you would have loved to have heard those moans, wouldn't you Emily?"

That voice had been gradually driving me mad. Whether I was at home or here, at her bedside, I couldn't stop the mental images of her and Ellie, naked and writhing, out of my head. I knew how sensational Naomi looked when she came. How could she have done that with Ellie, after the incredible afternoon we had just shared?

I spared Gina all the details, especially the graphic ones playing over in my brain, but she quickly got the picture.

She had just shaken her head sadly

"That's my Naomi" she said in a quiet voice "Always pushing people away, even the ones she loves. No, especially the ones she loves"

I gave Gina a dark look and said brutally

"She wasn't pushing Ellie away, Gina. In fact, if that Filipino girl hadn't done what she did, I'm sure people would have heard them fucking from as far away as the Suspension Bridge "

A rogue tear appeared on my cheek unbidden, and Gina brushed it away with a kind look.

"Like I said Emily. That's my Naomi. She's so frightened of losing this very special thing you have, she would rather arrange a crisis of her own, just in case you let her down and left her broken . I've never seen her so happy as she was with you"

Again, deep venomous anger burned in me, and I let it all out. Poor Gina.

"Crisis?" I said sharply "Planning to fuck another girl just after we'd made love all afternoon isn't a crisis Gina, its a total fucking betrayal, and I didn't deserve that, not after what I've risked for her. I should just leave now, end it for good and get on with my life. She doesn't want anyone to care, does she?"

Gina looked at me sadly and shook her head

"I know that would be the logical thing to do Emily. But love isn't logical is it? She's captured your heart, just as she did mine 23 years ago when she took her first breath in the world. I can't leave her, no matter how many times she fucks up. And my daughter has ways of fucking things up like no other human being on the planet, believe me" She looked at Naomi as she finished the sentence and stroked her daughters pale hand lovingly.

"Shall I tell you something no one else knows, Emily?" She shot me a measured sidelong glance.

I nodded, knowing that I should have got up and left before it got to this point. Knowing more about Naomi was bound to make my heart ache even more than it did now. But Gina was right, she had captured my heart and I would at least hear what her mother had to say before walking away for good.

"OK" Gina said, turning to me and releasing Naomi's hand before gripping mine surprisingly tightly. "If she ever finds out I told you this, she will probably disown me, but fuck it, you need to hear this"

"When she was little, she was the sweetest, kindest, most loving child you could ever imagine. Her Dad was gone, but I was living with this guy called Jamie. He was a bit of a hippy, like me, and we spent a lot of time at festivals, sit ins and demonstrations. They were inseparable. He was a big guy, beard, long hair and a laugh that would split the atom. Larger than life. I was happy. Naomi was happy and life was good. When she was 7, he wanted to adopt her as his own. We didn't believe in all that marriage bullshit, but I knew he would be a great father to her, and we started to put the plans in place to make him her proper Dad"

"Then it happened. He was on a demonstration against capitalism, Central London. Naomi and I were back at home when we got the call from the hospital. Nothing dramatic, no police brutality or violence. He was apparently just sitting in the road, blocking the traffic, with a hundred others, when he stopped shouting, fell sideways and just died"

"Massive heart attack, dead before he hit the floor, you know the story"

"My God, how awful for both of you" I said, my hand at my mouth

"It was" Gina smiled sadly, her eyes brimming with unshed tears "I was devastated, overwhelmed with despair, and I suppose I didn't really think how this would affect Naomi. I mean. She had lost her 'Dad' twice now, I know, but I shut myself away, crying non stop, and because she seemed to deal with it in her own silent, way, I forgot that she hadn't really grieved, not properly"

"So after the funeral and when months went past, I picked up the pieces of my life, slowly I admit, but I had her to look after and I had realised by then that she needed me, and sort of threw myself into being the type of mum she deserved. There's been no one else since, not for me... and then, when Naomi was 13, she discovered that she was gay"

"13?" I said stupidly "That was early"

"Well. She was always what you call an early developer. Periods at 11, boobs appearing at the same time. Raging hormones. You must remember all that Emily?"

I nodded. I certainly did. My own proper coming out may have been delayed by a few years, but I remember school gym showers being an endurance test for me. Unlike Naomi, I had no tits to speak of until I was almost 14, but stealing sly glances at other girls when they changed into gym kit certainly gave me some lurid ammunition for my, err nocturnal explorations alone in my bed. And that was before I acquired my famous 'Fanny Box' as James called it. Actually it was a lot tamer than it sounds. Mostly cut out pictures of rock chicks and hot celebrities, but there was that Penthouse I had nicked out of my Dad's garage. Until I was 15 I thought grown women had staples in their stomachs... It isn't only boys who make the pages sticky...

"Yes" I said carefully "I do"

"Well, she had this friend Elizabeth. Best friend really. They hung out right from primary school, through middle school too. When they were both 13, I think Naomi tried to take the friendship a bit further. She hasn't really talked about it, but I gather from another mum, and..."she paused, "some graffiti I saw on the gates behind the school, that Naomi and Elizabeth had a little fling. Trouble was, Elizabeth was very popular with the boys already, even more 'developed' than Naomi was, and a bit further down the line in the petting stakes"

I grinned at the word petting. Does anyone actually say that any more, apart from teachers and mums?

"So, they had their little fling, Naomi fell in love 'properly' with Elizabeth, and we know how first love hurts, don't we?" She carried on.

"Elizabeth grew tired of the girl stuff and slept with a boy. He pumped her for information about her past and she told him about Naomi. Result, the whole school found out, rumours grew into outright lies, and Naomi was devastated. It wasn't until she kissed you at that party..."

My eyes must have betrayed my surprise at her knowledge of 'that' kiss

"Yes, she told me about that. Said she had met this wonderful girl who kissed her unconscious" She grinned at my blushes

"But then the girls twin sister attacked her physically and the girl herself basically ignored her whenever they saw each other afterwards"

I hung my head in shame at her words. It was all painfully true. Once Katie had dragged me away, calling me stupid, not gay, I accepted her version of events as if it had been fact. The lezza had kissed me, I wasn't gay. End result, several years of pretending I was straight, suffering under a succession of thrusting males, wondering why the only person who could ever make me come was me.

I held up my hand.

"OK, thats all too true. The girl was me, and I'm ashamed it was. So what you're saying is that Naomi is so used to rejection and humiliation, she fucks everything up just so she's the one in control, no matter how much it hurts?"

Gina nodded "That's it in a nutshell Emily, thats my Naomi"

I swallowed hard. "OK, I'll stick around. I hate being a stereotype anyway" I offered Gina a weak smile.

"Great" she said simply.

So here I was, sleeping with my head on a NHS bed, beside a beautiful, damaged creature who was trying heroically to fuck up our fledgling relationship, even when she was unconscious. I certainly knew how to pick them.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Fishing it out, I groaned when I saw the caller ID. Fucking Sophia. When was that bunny boiler gonna accept that our one off shag was just that, a once in a lifetime, never to be repeated mistaken fuck. I looked down my message log. 28 missed calls, 15 text messages, all from her. I contemplated sending her a one off "Fuck off and Die" message, but really, that isn't me. So I settled for putting the phone back on silent after deleting her messages.

Naomi stirred again, and I slid my hand under hers so she would feel me there when she woke up. To be honest, she was recovering quite quickly, despite her severe injuries. Her headaches were now faint and not so frequent. She was off morphine and on normal painkillers and even her ribs and pelvis weren't as painful. Her arm was still in plaster, and would be for another 3 weeks, but as she had been complaining more about itching than agony lately, I guessed that was well on the way to being mended. I hadn't told her much about my friend Zoe being killed, just that I had lost a close friend. But she had seen the sadness in my eyes, and that had set off another "sorry" jag, accompanied by lots of tears. I had kissed them away, even as I hated myself for giving in so easily.

But after Gina's tales of Naomi's childhood, I was feeling a lot more relaxed about the future. But I was still raw about Ellie, and we both avoided mentioning her. Ellies little homicidal love button was back in Holloway, facing charges of attempted murder and GBH. None of us would be seeing her any time soon. Ellie had also been transferred to another wing. Nothing to do with me, but the Number One Governor had taken charge of the situation and it was protocol to separate the involved parties after an 'incident' of this nature. The fact that it had happened in front of the entire wing meant that there wasn't much I could add to the enquiry afterwards. It was likely Naomi would be sent back to Larkwood after she recovered, but all options were open to the Number One. I just hoped I could have some influence on his decision. But for that to happen, I would have to go back to work. Something I wasn't prepared to do just yet.

"Em...Emily?" She said as she woke, still groggy from the effects of the 6am sleeping tablet

"Shhh" I whispered "I'm here baby"

She smiled a sweet smile, and my heart swelled. Despite what she had threatened to do, I was in love with this girl, and I couldn't just switch that off.

"Drink of water?" she said thickly and I passed her a fresh glass from the top of the cabinet, holding it up to her lips and letting her sip slowly.

"Better?" I said, dabbing a tissue at her lips and thinking entirely inappropriately about the last time I had seen her lips this wet.

Fucking immediately busted of course, because as usual, she was watching my face like a hawk.

"You weren't thinking about taking advantage of me were you Miss?" she said cheekily

"After what you got up to, I think thats a bit unlikely Naomi" I said more harshly than I meant to.

Her eyes filled with tears immediately, and I felt like a shit.

"I'm so sorry" she sobbed, I'm so fucking sorry Ems"

I shushed her, but she was really crying now and I racked my brains for something to distract her.

"Hey" I said brightly "I bet that arms going to curtail any 'after lights out' activity for a good while huh?"

She looked up at me and tried a weak smile

"Yeah. Its not as if I am left handed either" she joked "I'll just have to suffer in silence"

I smirked at her and saw the understanding in her eyes

"You mean?" she stuttered

"All part of the service ma'am" I saluted comically "That's if you're feeling up to it, and the nurse from hell doesn't appear with the liquid cosh to send you back to Narnia.

Naomi looked up at the wall clock over the door behind me

"Its early yet, she's not due back for an hour at least. And to answer your question, not only do I feel a lot better today, but looking at your tits Miss Fitch, has given me an itch I think only you can scratch"

I giggled at her eagerness and rapid fire words.

I leaned over the bed and slid my hand under the covers. Her thighs parted quickly as my hand slid under the conveniently open hospital gown.

I watched her eyes grow dark as I slid my hand lower, feeling the heat from her excitement. Soon my fingers were exploring soft wet folds, and her head went back on the pillow.

I stopped my sly movements and her eyes opened, frantically searching for mine.

"Emily!" she hissed "Don't stop baby, thats so fucking good"

"Well, pay attention Miss Campbell", I said opening two buttons on my top, so she could see the tops of my boobs. "There are two friends of yours somewhere in here"

She smiled as I opened another button. She could see the whole of my breasts, and now she could also see I hadn't got a bra on.

"Fuck" she moaned, eyes fixed on my erect nipples "Play with me Emily...please"

So I did. I fingered her slowly and deliberately, making it last. Soon her eyes became unfocussed and wide, I could see the pulse monitor attached to her other hand sending frantic signals to the machine next to her. I pulled it off her finger before resuming my slow torture. No point in having the crash team piling in here over a silly orgasm huh?

When she came, it was wonderful. For a split second the thought of her and Ellie sharing a moment like this spoiled my enjoyment. But then I remembered Gina's words and rode my lover through the orgasm forcefully, thrusting my two fingers in and out of her while she gasped and bucked on the hospital bed. Finally I drew my fingers out of her, still glistening with her sweet come. I slid them into my mouth while she watched with hot eyes. My eyes rolled at the sensual taste.

"This, and YOU Campbell" I said, "are MINE, right?" Pulling my fingers out of my mouth.

She nodded nervously, her chest still rising and falling quickly as the aftershocks shook her.

I think I made my point.

A/N

More fun and frolics with Bristols gay girls (all 4 of them) on Sunday. I pulled a totally boring Sunday shift, and as Its December, and it will be as quiet as Jimmy Savilles in-box, I'm going to take my net-book in and write MOAR!