A/N: Greetings! I hope this chapter finds you well, and if it doesn't, well, I hope it cheers you up?

Not much to say for this one, except for a giant roughly crafted Cigarette Warning™ for it. So, use it for medicinal purposes? LOL!

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Shame, really. Any and all typos...meh!

(Emily POV)

(Two days later)

"Just go."

A look of disbelief met my eyes. "But-"

"GO! Get OUT of my office, and OUT of this building. You're fired, d'you understand me?" I snapped. "Before I call security and have you escorted out, I suggest you turn around and walk now."

"Erm...my effects?"

"They'll be couriered to you. What you've done is unacceptable, you being unemployed as of this moment is the LEAST of your troubles. Now, GET OUT, before I decide to call the relevant authorities as well, and have you blacklisted!" I said, standing and placing my hands on the desk. The person opposite me stood and walked out of my office, pale faced.

Accountants, sometimes you just can't trust them, no? Well, I thought I could trust the one I had working at Fitch Holdings, but when I discovered they were siphoning substantial amounts of company money into a secret Swiss bank account for a number of months, I knew my trust had been misplaced. I was deeply hurt by it, and saw no option but termination. The effect of it weighed on me for most of the afternoon, and by the time I made it home, I was still feeling angry. I was sitting in the sofa nursing my third...or fourth tumbler of vodka, I wasn't really sure, when the front door opened, and Naomi walked in, her satchel over her shoulder.

"Hey, Ems." She said brightly, placing her satchel by the door, walking towards the sofa. She sat beside me and took on my posture and my expression. Curled up into the corner of the sofa, and pensive. "What's wrong?" She asked, noting the glass in my hand and the open bottle of vodka on the coffee table.

I sighed deeply, drinking the last of the liquid in my glass. "I had to fire the accountant." I said, quietly.

"What? Why?" Naomi replied. "He seemed competent enough, I mean-"

"He did seem that way, but he wasn't. He was embezzling money from the company... I had to let him go."

"How much?" She asked.

"What?"

"How much money did he steal?"

I placed my glass on the coffee table, and sighed. "Forty grand over the last four months." I replied, bitterly.

Naomi counted on her fingers, and looked to the ceiling, looking like she was doing a quick calculation in her head. "Jesus, Emily, that's-"

"Two and a half grand a week. I know."

Naomi pulled me into her arms, and held me close to her. "I'm so sorry, Emily."

"It wasn't your fault." I said, nestling my head into her shoulder.

"I know, but still." She said, kissing my temple softly. "How are you...I mean, you're going after him, right? It's theft, after all..."

"I should have picked it up sooner." I said. "I go over the accounts every month as it is, separate to the accountant. We've been so busy this month, I didn't get the chance to do it, so I had Mark do it instead." I added, referring to one of my assistants. "He discovered it, and let me know immediately. I'm not sure how I didn't spot it."

"Richard must have hid it cleverly enough." Naomi said.

"Mmm. It just makes me angry, that's all. I trusted him. Now I have to find a new accountant, and we are down forty grand."

"So... Inform him he has to pay the money back. If not, you'll have him charged with theft."

"I already threatened him with calling the authorities and getting him blacklisted. Right before I threw him out of my office."

"Physically?!"

"Oh, god no. Verbally." I laughed, bitterly. "The man is six foot and two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, for fuck's sake. I'm strong, but not that bloody strong."

"Oh. Good point."

I sighed and shook my hair out. "Let's deal with that tomorrow at the office, yeah?" I said, standing up and going to the kitchen for another glass. "Have a drink with me, and tell me how your day was." I added, placing some ice in her glass and refilling my own.

"Oh, it was alright. We just talked about the case study I had to read up on over the weekend." Naomi said, as is sat back down next to her and poured her a vodka, and myself another, and handing hers to her. "Thanks...although... It looks like you've already had a couple?"

"I was angry, beautiful. I needed to relax a bit."

Naomi slid her arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close to her. I turned to face her and she looked at me with curious eyes, stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the movement of her fingers, and starting to feel slightly fuzzy from the vodka. "Hmm..." I murmured, as I exhaled.

"Better?" She asked, her eyes darting over my features.

"Yeah..." I whispered, leaning forward and kissing her slowly. "Thanks for calming me down a bit."

"Well, I didn't really do anything..."

"You being here is enough, beautiful." I said. "I love you."

"I love you too, and I know it's not my fault, but I'm sorry it happened." I shifted my position on the sofa and lay my head on her lap, and she continued to stroke her fingers through my fringe.

"I don't know what I did to deserve it, Naomi. It doesn't make any sense. Richard was a great guy, he never had a problem with me, and it never crossed my mind that he would do that."

"Shhhh... Worry about that tomorrow, yeah?" Naomi said, softly. "For now, I just want you to try and relax."

"Mmm..."

"Have you eaten anything today?" She asked.

"I had a wrap for lunch." I replied. "I don't have much of an appetite, though."

Naomi's fingers trailed to my shoulders and gently massaged my muscles. "You're all tense, Ems."

"Yeah..." I murmured.

"Come on, then..." She said, gently tapping me on the shoulder. "Up you get." I groaned, and sat up slowly, in order to not let my head spin. I reached for the half empty glass of vodka and drained it completely, as Naomi stood up and reached for my hand. I took it and allowed her to pull me up to my feet. She led me into my bedroom, until we both stood at the foot of my bed. "Get undressed, and lie down." She said, softly.

"Naomi..."

Her finger gently touched my lips. "Don't argue with me, baby. I'm going to make you feel better."

I shrugged, and began to unbutton my shirt and take off the rest of my clothes, as Naomi lit the four large candles, two on either of the bedside tables. One was vanilla, and one strawberry on either side, and I closed my eyes, inhaling the fruity, spicy aroma. I breathed in and exhaled deeply, as I felt the bed dip and Naomi sat astride my thighs. She leaned over and brushed my hair off my shoulders, placing a soft kiss at the base of my neck. She slowly slid her fingertips down my back, and then up my spine again. Her fingers traced slow, methodical patterns, adding pressure in the right places along my shoulders to ease out the tension I was feeling.

Warm hands kneaded my skin, adding to the relaxed feeling I already felt due to the vodka, and I groaned softly as she manipulated my muscles. But along with the relaxation, there was also a sense of arousal that began to stir within me, partly due to the alcohol, and partly because of the leftover adrenaline I felt from the anger I had due to being ripped off by the accountant. I reached for one of Naomi's hands and placed mine over it, halting her movements.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

I shifted beneath her, making to roll onto my back, and she moved off me and allowed me to do so. I stared up at her with dark eyes. "Do you agree that emotions are strange things, beautiful?" I asked, in a low husky voice.

Her brow furrowed as her eyes averted briefly, pondering the question. "Yes, but... Sorry, I don't really follow." She replied. "It seems like an odd question."

I closed my eyes briefly and sighed, opening them to meet hers again. "I appreciate this, and you know it." I said, tangling my fingers in her own.

"But...?"

My own brow furrowed. "I still feel so angry." I admitted. "Not at you...never at you..."

"I know that, Emily."

"This thing with work...it's nagging at me, you know? And... I just..." I trailed off, as Naomi's eyes searched mine for meaning to my words. I reached up and slid my fingers down her cheek. "You're so beautiful, baby... You know I'd never take advantage of you in any way..."

"Because you love me."

"Yes."

"But, there is something, isn't there?" Naomi asked. "Talk to me, Emily. Tell me what you need."

I leaned up and reached behind her neck, pulling her to me and kissing her with passion. Our lips moved together slowly, and the interaction was as tender as it was firm, as we responded to each other.

"Oh?" She murmured against my lips as they finally parted. "You mean..."

"Yes." I whispered. "I need my frustrations eased...both of them."

"Alright...how?" She asked, with blue eyed wonder.

"That's your challenge, beautiful." I said, my eyes darting towards the wardrobe. "You know my box of tricks as well as I do... Tie me up...tease me...deny me... I don't care. How you do it is up to you..." I said, sliding my hand down to her naked tit and lightly pinching her nipple between my fingertips. "I just want you to make me forget."

Her eyes blinked, and she gave me a sly smirk. "Make you forget, you say..." She said, cupping my cheek in her palm. Her fingertip lightly stroked behind my ear and her thumb brushed just under my eye as I nodded, closing my eyes and feeling tingles settling in my stomach. Her lips met mine once more and kissed me softly. "Alright, then..." She added, her voice taking on a sly tone that made me shiver. "Keep your eyes...closed."

(Naomi POV)

While I was content to try and smooth out Emily's uneasiness about her day with something as simple as the touch of my fingers on her skin, the woman I loved obviously needed something more.

And who was I to deny she who had my heart?

I slid my hand from her cheek and got off the bed, kneeling down in front of the oak box that graced the floor of her wardrobe. I was no longer a stranger to its contents, as she was, but there was one item that I'd not yet had the courage to use. I trailed my fingers over it and another sly smirk fixed itself to my lips. "Anything goes?" I asked.

"Absolutely anything." Emily replied, and the low huskiness in her voice made me shiver. "Be confident, beautiful."

"Very well." I said, picking out the item I'd just traced over, as well two others that we both knew well. I lowered the lid of the oak box, and stood at the end of the bed, where Emily sat in the middle, her eyes still closed. I swallowed before I spoke. "Lie backwards." I said. I watched her as she lay backwards, her head resting on the pillows. I joined her on the bed, and perched myself astride her hips. I took the blindfold between my fingers and gently lifted her her, slipping it over her eyes. I took one of her hands in mine, slipping one of the leather cuffs around it and securing the straps comfortably against her skin. Raising her wrists the bed head, I passed the foot of chain between the cuffs around the rails, and then slipped the remaining cuff around her other wrist, likewise securing it comfortably.

I froze momentarily, as Emily's lips grazed against my skin, kissing across my chest in a blind manner. I pulled back slightly, before placing my lips against her own and kissing her passionately, then pulling my lips back from hers, smirking as she attempted to follow me, raising her head up off the pillow. I chuckled softly, and raked my fingers gently through her fringe. "Patience, my love... Patience." I said softly, as her head resumed its position on the pillow, a whimper of frustration leaving her lips, which her tongue quickly darted out to flick across. I surrounded her face with my hands, resting my palms against her skin, and slowly dragged them to her neck, tracing down her throat, across her shoulders, and began to drag them down her chest as she inhaled sharply.

I continued to trace patterns over her skin, around her breasts and over her nipples, watching her expression as she bit her bottom lip and groaned quietly. I felt a tingling sensation low in my stomach. A few months ago I finally understood what it was about me biting my own bottom lip that got Emily so fired up. It was that sense of uncertainty about what I was going to do, along with her own vulnerability that made her do it, and when I did it, she felt a dominant sense of power over me, because it was her that had made me feel that way. And now, I knew exactly how that felt, and understood just how powerful it was.

I watched her for a few moments, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing quickened. "Do you know that I could look at you all night?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Emily nodded her head slowly. "Though... You know I'm not going to...right?" I asked. Again she nodded her head. "Speak to me, baby."

"I know." She said, her voice cracking.

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Good." I said. "Be patient. I'll be back shortly."

"But-" She started to say, before I placed my finger against her lips. I said nothing, but waited for the furrow in her brow to un-crease, before I rose up off her and picked up the third item I took from the oak box, and went into the bathroom. I have to say, harnesses are funny things to put on, if you don't know what you're doing. I'd been at the business end of Emily's purple strap-on many a time, but had never actually been the one to...erm...strap it on, so to speak. But, I managed it, and caught the sight of myself in the mirror, my eyebrows quirking up in amused surprise. I went to the door and quietly opened it a fraction, looking through the crack and watching her for another few moments, before I opened the door and padded silently to the end of the bed.

I started at her ankles, slowly kissing up her legs until I reached her knees, climbing up onto the bed with her and shuffling forwards, pushing her knees upwards until her feet rested flat on the mattress. I trailed my hands lightly down her thighs until they met her hips, and started a slow trail of kisses along the path my hands had just taken, the scent of her intoxicating as I neared the treasure I was seeking. I placed a gentle kiss at the point where her folds began to split, tempted to flick my tongue across her clit. I looked up and saw Emily's chest rising and falling with her quick breaths. I rested my head against her inner thigh and gently blew a warm breath across her wet little bud. Her back arched up and she groaned. "Miss me, baby?" I asked.

She nodded before she spoke. "Y-yes..."

I let out a soft, but very wicked chuckle, before diving in with my tongue and giving her clit a long, firm lick that drew a needy groan from her. This is where it begins, I thought to myself, as I lapped her with several long deliberate strokes of my tongue against her needy flesh. Every other breath was a gasp or a moan, sometimes a gasp following a moan, as I swirled my tongue over her clit, curled my tongue and wrapped it up in it, and sucked it between my lips to bring her to the peak of pleasure. I didn't let up when her leg moved on to my shoulder and tried to draw me in closer, in fact, I doubled my effort, pushing my tongue inside her and tasting her heated core. You can't get a sprained tongue...can you?

Whether you could seemed to be of no consequence, seeing as I lapped back up her folds and attacked her clit once more with my tongue, rapidly flicking it all over, using the roughness of it to give her the friction I knew she was craving from her breathless, begging moans. Soon enough, her body stiffened and she squealed, followed by a deep groan as she shuddered, her orgasm taking hold of her. I flicked my tongue against her, gently bringing her down, before I spread wet kisses on her inner thighs as she murmured incoherently above me.

I spread her thighs wider, and got up on my knees, leaning over her and crushing my lips to hers in a wet, slow kiss, making sure she could taste herself on my tongue. I reached between us as I kissed her, feeling her whimper on my tongue as I slowly stroked the head of my new purple friend through her wet folds.

"Jesus, Naomi..." She groaned, as her lips broke away from mine. "You're going to-"

Her words were cut off by my hand over her mouth, silencing her. "I believe you said... absolutely anything... and to be confident." She gave a muffled moan, and nodded rapidly. I moved my hand and quickly replaced it with my lips on hers, kissing her passionately. "Well, this..." I said wickedly, as it moved my hips forward and began to penetrate her. "Is me being confident..." I finished my thought as the dildo sunk easily into her wetness and Emily groaned from deep within her lungs as she was filled up.

"I...fuck...ohgod..." Emily murmured incoherently, as I waited a few moments,,her breathing coming in deep gasps, traces of huskiness evident in each exhalation of air from her lungs.

"You weren't expecting it, were you?" I asked.

"No..."

I brushed my lips down her throat and gave a wicked chuckle in her ear. "I am going to fuck your beautiful, sexy brains out, Emily Fitch. Right...now." I said, my voice low, before trailing my tongue over her pulse point and gently biting her neck as I pulled my hips backwards and without hesitating, thrust deep inside her again, hearing her strangled moan of pleasure. I began to pump my hips in rhythm, keeping them steady, but calculated. I sucked Emily's pulse harder, feeling her groan both bubbling up under my lips and deep in my lower abdomen as I built up a rhythm inside her. It was slightly awkward at first, but her moans urged me on, and I soon found the right pace.

That was until Emily's feet brushed against my upper thighs and drew me into her more urgently, making my lips detach themselves from her neck. "Oh...more?" I asked, a sly smirk on my lips, as I increased my pace slightly. "Or...less?" I said, as I slowed down. She moaned in apparent frustration under me at my slowed movements, and so I sped up again.

"More...please..." She moaned under me, pulling me still closer, as her heels now rested on my arse.

"Hmm...like this?" I teased, drawing back and plunging back into her harder, eliciting a satisfied cry from her lips. "Is that how you want it, baby?"

"God, yes!" She groaned. "Need you...harder..."

The strain in her voice set off a strange animal reaction inside me, and I nibbled upwards to her earlobe and nipped it between my teeth, growling from low in my throat as I began to thrust my hips harder, deeper still inside her. The base of the strap on was rubbing against my clit, and I grunted with each thrust of my hips as I fucked her. The restraints rattled above our heads as I lost myself completely, closing my eyes as I pushed us both closer to orgasm.

"Beautiful...so close...need it..." She moaned incoherently, as I felt the effect of her pleading tone spike through my blood like lightning, and setting off a one track mantra in my mind. Fuck her harder. Make her come. "Fuck YES!" She cried, her legs drawing me closer to her. I reached my hands down to her hips and pulled her closer to me as I slammed into her harder, rougher. She didn't seem to mind one bit, if her sharp cry of pleasure was anything to go by. Emily began to shudder beneath me as the tone of her voice cracked, hitting a higher pitch as I felt myself beginning to come. It was too good to resist and I kept up the motion of my hips, my growl from within mixing with her own shriek of pleasure as the two of us reached the peak, her body stiffening under mine as my urgent thrusts made us both come hard together before I collapsed on top of her, breathing just as hard as she was under me.

Still catching my breath, I reached up and unbuckled the cuffs, releasing Emily's wrists. Her hands linked limply around my neck, and we both groaned as I slid completely out of her, just before I rested my head upon her still heaving chest. I reached behind me to detach the harness from around my hips and shifted my weight so I could remove it, snuggling back into Emily and tracing lazy patterns over her skin with my fingertips after removing the blindfold covering her eyes.

"So, uhm..." I started to say, before Emily attached her lips to mine and kissed me slowly. "I guess that...worked." I grinned.

She laughed, and kissed me once more. "I should ask you to help me forget my day more often, beautiful..."

"I'd only be happy to oblige you." I smirked.

"Oh, good." She said, as she shuffled closer to me.

"Feeling better?"

"Hmm, yes. Much." She murmured against my skin. "Thank you."

"A little rest, baby?"

"Yeah..." I leaned over and blew out the candles on her side, and then did the same on mine, leaving us in darkness as I settled back against her once more. I kissed the top of her head and she gave a soft appreciating moan. "Love you so much." She murmured softly.

"I know." I said. "So do I."

When I awoke again, it was early morning...very early morning. Emily was still snuggled in my arms, but I knew I had to get home and get ready for work. I gently kissed the top of her head, and she stirred in my arms as she woke.

"Mmm...w-what time is it?" She asked, her voice thick with sleep.

"Not sure, but it's early and I have to go home and..."

"Oh. Right." She said. "You should just... move in, you know...then you wouldn't have to keep sneaking off in the morning."

"Yeah, ok..." I chuckled. "You're half asleep, Ems."

"I'll have you know sometimes my best ideas come to me when I'm...half asleep." She said, her last words separated by a very wide yawn. "Forgive me if I'm not keen on you escaping from my bed when it's chilly outside."

"Oh, escaping? Is that what you call it?" I smirked. "I'll have you know, I'm leaving under protest... My mind is at serious war with my heart over it...as we speak." I added, kissing her softly. "But... my work clothes are at my flat. I don't think it's appropriate to only turn up in a pair of knickers... I have standards, you know."

Emily laughed. "Point noted." She said, before a pause. "I was serious, though." She added, looking at me while biting her bottom lip.

I hesitated a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, I know. We should talk about it later, though, ok?" I said, kissing her softly. "Right now, I have to go...unless I want to be late for work. And my boss is a real ball buster, so..."

"Oh, of course." Emily smirked. "Be my guest." I kissed her once more and got out of bed, getting dressed as she watched me with slightly hungry eyes. I turned to leave and she cleared her throat. I turned around to see her raised eyebrow, and her fingers beckoning me towards her. I walked to her side of the bed,and she rope ached up to the back of my neck and pulled me close, kissing me passionately. Her head leaned against mine as the kiss ended, and she sighed. "Go, beautiful... Before I tear your clothes off and make us both late for work."

"You make it so hard to leave with a statement like that." I said, kissing her once more softly before standing up and walking out of her bedroom, and out of her flat, picking up my satchel along the way. "Bye, Ems! I love you, baby." I called, as I walked out and shut the door behind me.

A/N#2: Emily's business luck seems to be not so lucky, no?

(DUDE...she asked Naomi to move in!)

I know THAT... and you're just going to have to wait like everyone else, aren't you?

(GODFUCKINGDAMMIT! YOU TEASE, NOMESY!)

*snicker*

Reviews welcome...as always...

Until next time...

~GN~ xo