A/N: Greetings, again!
Firstly, I have to give thanks to ornee-n who alerted me to the latest episode of the tv show Reign which has a part in it played by the one and only Kathryn Prescott. I don't watch this show, as I have enough shows to keep up with as it is, but they mentioned parallels between a scene with her character and my incarnation of Emily in The Secret Life Of Emily Fitch. I was intrigued enough to get a hold of the episode, and I have to say, I definitely see where they are coming from, and it actually gave me a bit of a chill, in a good way. *reow* So, thanks for the tip off, and for just having to tell me about it...lol
So, onto this chapter, then. I'm not going to give too many clues about it, except for a Cigarette Warning™ of the rough, hand rolled kind. I don't actually smoke tobacco, but I guess the parallel you could draw is it's not quite perfect, but still just as damn satisfying? *shrug*
On with it, then...
Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Boo hoo. Any and all typos blah blah blah deal with it.
(Emily POV)
It was me who ended up running late, seeing as after Naomi left that morning, I somehow managed to drift off back to sleep while hugging the same pillow she had been using. It might seem stupid, but her scent lingered on it, and it was so comforting to me in her absence, that I just fell right back to sleep again, and didn't wake up again until my alarm went off...for the second time.
"Oh shit!" Was my only exclamation when I saw that the time was eight-thirty, and I was due in the office at nine. I decided to forgo taking the tube, seeing as that would make me later than I intended to be, and after getting ready in record time, I called a taxi, and thankfully, it showed up in short order. Whilst I was on the way, I sent Naomi a text.
"Running late. Any chance you can run down to the lobby and get me a coffee? xEx"
"You? Running late? I don't believe it! ;-) What kind can I get you, baby? xNaomix"
I smirked and shook my head before I typed out a reply.
"I'll explain later. Latté. One sugar. And a bagel with cream cheese! See you soon. xoxox xEx"
I looked outside the taxi window, and to my annoyance, noted that we weren't going anywhere.
"This is ridiculous." I muttered.
"Sorry, love. Traffic is heavy this morning." The driver said.
"Obviously." I snarked back in reply. "For fuck's sake." I said, taking a tenner out of my purse and handing it to the driver. "No comment on your skills, mate, but I'd be quicker walking at this rate. Cheers anyway." I said, as I exited the taxi and began to walk quickly towards the office.
Halfway there, I called reception.
"Fitch Holdings, Catherine speaking, how may I direct your call?"
"Cath, it's Emily. Traffic is shite and I'm running late, but I'm on foot now towards the office. Can you put me through to Naomi's office, please, there's something I need to discuss with her."
"Hi, Emily. Naomi just stepped out to get coffee. Is there anything I can help with?"
"Oh, right. Erm... Look, just tell her when she gets back legal needs to get cracking on the business with the accountant. She'll know what I mean."
"Will do, Emily. Any idea how long you'll be?" Catherine asked.
"I shouldn't be anymore than fifteen minutes. Twenty, tops." I replied. "Actually, can you tell her to call me as soon as she gets back?"
"Certainly. See you soon."
"Thanks, Cath, you're a treasure!" I said, ending the call. I kept walking and a was kept standing at a crosswalk for a few minutes longer than usual while traffic whizzed past, when my phone began ringing in my pocket. "Emily Fitch speaking?"
"Emily... Catherine said you wanted me to call?" Naomi said, curiosity in her voice. Is it odd that even though we've been together a number of months now, that I still get a flutter in my heart every time I hear it?
"Naomi, yes. Thank you for calling. Listen... This shit with Richard... I want an honest opinion... Are we better off demanding in no uncertain terms that he return the money, or we'll prosecute him, or just having him charged?"
"That depends on whether you want it done quietly out of court, or whether you want his career ruined."
I sighed. "What would you do...if it were you?" I asked.
"You're asking me?"
"Yes." I said, as I crossed the road, now that the light in my favour had turned into a little green walking man. "Give me your opinion."
"I'd say screw being nice and have him charged. He stole forty grand of your profits, Emily. He broke your trust, as well as the law. Who's to say he wouldn't do it to someone else?"
"Who's to say he hasn't in the past? God, I feel so stupid..."
"Emily... Don't, ok? It's not going to do you any good to think that way." Naomi said. "You weren't to know he would do it. What's done is done, there's no point whatsoever in beating yourself up over it. What matters now is the outcome, yeah? I'll talk to Mark about the evidence we have against him, and then contact the police."
I smiled as I sidestepped a busker on the corner of the block my office was on. "You're sexy when you talk lawyer, you know that?"
"Emily..."
"I can also hear you blushing which is just as sexy." I smirked. "I'm getting into the building now. I'll see you shortly."
"Ok."
"Bye, babe." I said, ending the call and giving a quick wave to the security guard at the concierge desk.
"Running late, Miss Fitch?" He asked.
"Traffic is a bitch, Clyde!" I grinned, as I breezed past him on my way to the lift, just making it through the quickly closing doors. I pressed the button for my floor, and waited the few minutes as the lift ascended. When it's usual dinging bell signified my arrival, and the doors slid open, I exited the lift into the offices of Fitch Holdings.
"Good morning, Emily." Catherine said.
"Hi, Cath." I said, as she handed me my mail. "Meetings for today?"
"Bramwell at one this afternoon, other than that, nothing." She replied.
"Right. I'll be in my office." I said, giving her a courteous smile.
I walked into my office, greeting the staff along the way, as I usually did, and shut the door behind me, kicking off my heels as I sat down, leaning my head against the back of my chair and exhaling slowly. There was a soft knock at the door. "Jesus." I muttered to myself. "Come in!" I said, answering.
Naomi popped her head around the door. "I come bearing caffeine and sustenance." She said, with a grin, and holding up a large coffee and a paper bag.
"Oh, good... My coffee and bagel..." I said, as Naomi closed the door behind her.
"Erm... Coffee, yes, bagel no. They'd sold out, I'm afraid, so I got you some raisin toast? I hope that's ok..." Naomi said, biting her bottom lip.
Damn our agreement to keep things professional while working!
"It'll do. Thanks for trying, anyway." I sighed, as she placed the items on the table. "Did you talk to Mark?"
"Have some coffee first... You look a bit flustered."
I frowned. "It was eight thirty when I woke up. I got a taxi but the traffic sucked total arse, so I walked halfway here."
"Why so late?" Naomi said, a smirk in her tone. "It's not like you to be late..."
"Hmm, why do you ask me something while we're being professional that I can't answer professionally?" I smirked back, sipping my coffee and taking a bite of the toast.
Naomi went bright red. "Emily!" She exclaimed, before starting to laugh.
My eyes went wide. "Oh, god no! I wasn't doing that...I'd just..." I said, trailing off, and then sighing. "I went back to sleep after you left this morning. I was snuggled into your pillow, because I missed your presence, and I just..fell asleep."
"Oh." She said quietly, as a small smile crossed her lips. "That's...sort of sweet."
"I slept right through my alarm, as a result." I explained. "The rest, you know."
"I see." Naomi replied, as I sipped some more of my coffee.
"Alright... The coffee is easing my flustered state, as is the toast. So..."
"I talked to Mark, and he's going to print out a copy of the balance sheets for the last four months. He says that Richard had actually been transferring small sums of money from different departments... Twenty quid here, thirty there, that sort of thing, which is why it wasn't picked up sooner. Mark said he was clever, but not too clever about it. He had it transferred into a separate account that wasn't even registered to the company, and that's what caught Mark's attention."
"Because we don't have any accounts with a Swiss bank."
"Exactly what Mark said. He's been in contact with the bank, but they won't give any details as to the account in question without authorisation from Richard himself."
"Shit." I said, frowning.
"Hang on... Mark did explain to the bank the situation, and they explained that if we get a court order, they'd be legally obliged to freeze the account pending the outcome of any legal action." Naomi explained.
"So we get him charged, then." I said.
"We get him charged, yes. I've already been in contact with the police, and they are sending a detective, who should be here within the hour."
"Brilliant." I said, with a genuine smile. "I want him arrested, charged, and the book thrown squarely between his eyes."
"So do I." Naomi replied, after a short pause. "He... He ripped you off, Ems. Not only that, he fucked you over, trust-wise. And... That annoys me."
I sighed. "D'you know how much money this company was set to make this year?"
Naomi shrugged. "Not really."
"Good thing you're sitting down, then. We'd worked it out as roundabout a million quid, give or take." I said.
"Jesus."
"Yeah... That was before we got sued by Bailey, and now this shit. We're not in the street, obviously, but... New business has dropped off a bit since the Bailey thing. I think McClair rubbished us around a bit."
"What the fuck? That cunt! He's the one who's rubbish, Ems." Naomi said, her brows knitted in confusion. "And the court did rule in your favour with Bailey, with compensation."
"Yes, well... From what I heard, he got fired as a result of the court judgement and he wasn't happy about it. "
"So his revenge is to bad mouth your company?" Naomi asked.
"I'd say so."
"Bastard."
I smiled thinly. "Not exactly my choice of words, but-"
I was interrupted by the phone ringing on my desk. I got up to answer it. "Emily Fitch."
"Emily, it's Catherine. There's two detectives here to see you."
"Right, thanks." I said, placing the phone back down. "Naomi, would you please go and meet the detectives, they are at reception. Show them into the boardroom and I'll get Mark and meet you in there shortly."
"Will do." Naomi said, as she stood up.
She had almost made it to the door, when it stopped her. "Naomi?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks...for the coffee." I said, holding up the cup. "Later, yeah?" I added, with a slight smirk.
Naomi blushed slightly. "Yeah... You're welcome...boss."
I raised my eyebrow and laughed as she left my office. Cheekiness aside, it was touching how concerned she was about the issue. If I was in her position, I would be too. I finished my coffee and opened my office door, walking with purpose to Mark's cubicle.
"Mark...boardroom in five. There are detectives here about the problem with Richard. Do you have those spreadsheets?" I said.
"Morning, Emily. Yes, I've spent the last half hour putting them in a presentation. I'm copying it onto a flash drive now."
"Good man. Right, I'll see you shortly, then." I said, making my way to the boardroom. When I entered, at the table sat Naomi, as well as two other people, one of whom wore a police ID attached to his jacket pocket. The other person was a woman, obviously his offsider.
"Emily, this is Detective Smith, and Detective Constable Singh, they've been sent to be briefed on the case." Naomi said.
"John." The male detective said, shaking my hand.
"Mandy." The female said, doing the same. Her hand lingered on mine, as did her look, just a second too long to be comfortable.
"Emily Fitch. Thank you for coming down." I said, as I sat down. "We've had a theft of a considerable sum of money over the past few months, and we would like it investigated. It seems our accountant had been transferring small sums of money every day into a Swiss bank account, adding up to roughly two and a half thousand per week." I explained. "The total amount is just over forty thousand pounds."
"I see." Detective Smith said, making some notes. "And how long had this been occurring?"
"Approximately four months." I said. "I have been going over the accounts separately as a backup every month, but somehow I didn't notice the discrepancy. It was picked up by my colleague, who shall be joining us shortly-" I paused, as the door opened and Mark entered the room. "Ah, and here he is. Detectives, this is Mark Johnson. Mark, Detectives Smith and Singh."
"Good morning." Mark said politely, as he went to the laptop and plugged in the flash drive. "Emily, may I?"
"Of course."
"Right... Emily usually goes over the accounts separate to Richard, but has had a high workload this month, so she didn't get the chance to. She requested that I go over them to double check everything." Mark explained, bringing up the first spreadsheet. "On the left, we have our projected earnings, and on the right, the actual. This is from the month just gone. I thought something was suspicious when I noted that the figures seemed to be higher in some departments which didn't quite make any sense, given the fact that some totals didn't match up with the projected earnings."
"And that's not normal?" Detective Singh asked, looking right at me once again. There was something about the way she was looking at me that I didn't like.
"Not usually, no." I said. "Occasionally we will see a fluctuation, but not this great."
"I thought it was strange, so I went back to previous months and checked the figures. I noted that the rogue transfers that had occurred weren't into our usual account." Mark went on to explain, as he clicked through some more slides. The balances had been highlighted accordingly. "I had the IT department scour the accountant's dump drive, and they found a file outlining the bank account details." He said, switching slides. "Our account is with the Bank of London, and this account is with the Bank of Zurich. As I checked back over previous months, I discovered that this had been occurring for the past four months. That's when I alerted Emily to the issue."
Mark paused while the Detective took some more notes. He then looked up, and smiled. "Sorry, my note taking isn't as quick as it used to be." He said, to some soft laughter. "Please continue."
"Emily?" Mark said.
"Once Mark notified me of the issue, I called the accountant in to explain himself. He didn't have much to say, and seemed to show no remorse about the issue, so I terminated his employment immediately."
"And you have contact information for him, I assume?" Detective Smith asked.
"Of course. Mark, would you ask HR for the information, please?"
"Certainly." He said, as he got up to leave the room.
"Are we able to get a copy of that presentation?" Detective Singh asked.
"Of course. Mark has copied it onto that flash drive, so take it with you." I said.
"What are the charges likely to be?" Naomi asked.
"Most likely either fraud or embezzlement." Detective Singh replied, turning her eyes to me once more. She was bloody well perving at me. "I take it you wish to recover the funds?"
"That would be preferable, as the amount is substantial." I said.
"Mark contacted the bank, and they said they'd require a court order to have the account suspended so the funds can be recovered." Naomi explained. "I've been putting that in motion this morning."
"Excellent." Detective Smith said.
Mark then came back into the room with a manilla folder, labelled with Richard's name on it. He sat down and looked at me with a curious expression.
"What is it, Mark?"
"Erm... As you know, we keep a copy of all résumés that are sent in as applications."
"Yes, and?" I asked.
"Take a look at the employment history on Richard's résumé." He said, handing the file to me.
I opened to the first page, and scanned the document, cringing when I reached the part about his employment history. "Oh, for fuck's sake." I said, without thinking. I looked up at the other people seated around the table. "My apologies for the language. Naomi?" I said, handing her the file.
She looked over it, and her eyes went wide. "Oh, Jesus."
"A curiosity?" Detective Singh asked.
"About six months ago, I defended Fitch Holdings in a lawsuit brought forth by Bailey Beverages." Naomi explained. "It appears our accountant was previously in their employ."
"I'm sorry, I don't see how that's significant." Detective Singh said, ignoring Naomi totally and still looking at me.
I cleared my throat. "We won the case, and were awarded fifty thousand in damages to be paid by Bailey."
"Oh, I see." Said Detective Smith. "And they paid?"
"Yes."
"Do you think it's a coincidence?"
I looked at Naomi, who looked back at me. "It does seem that way, Emily." She said. "That, and the slight drop in new clients. We believe the former ad executive at Bailey, a Mr Frederick McClair had been... Talking ill of Fitch Holdings as a result of his own termination."
I ran my hands through my hair. "Christ."
"This previous case... You say you won?" Detective Singh asked.
"Yes. The judgement was that they didn't have a case. They felt our ad campaign, which they agreed on contributed to their lack of revenue and were suing for compensation." I explained. "The judge didn't see it that way. As far as we heard, McClair was fired as a result."
"Right." Detective Smith said, making some more notes. "I think we have all we need for the moment. We will contact the accountant and question him, and go from there. We will be in touch, and if you have any further information, here's my card." He said, handing me a business card. "Call that number, and ask for either myself, or Detective Singh."
"Right. We look forward to hearing from you in the matter." Naomi said. "I'll let you know as soon as possible about the court order."
"Likewise." Detective Singh said, in a tone that rattled me, as well as still looking at me with slightly seductive eyes that looked me up and down. Yeah, pretty sure I recognise an eye-fuck when I see one.
"Mark, would you show the detectives out, please?"
"Certainly." Mark said, standing up, and showing the detectives out.
Mark and the detectives filed out of the room, the door closing behind them.
My brow furrowed in anger. "How the fuck does an ex-employee of the company we sued end up as our accountant?"
"I'll talk to HR." Naomi replied.
I sighed, deeply. "Why is the business world suddenly throwing all this shit at me, Naomi?" I asked. "What the fucking hell did I do?"
Naomi looked at me, helplessly. "I don't have an answer for that, I'm sorry."
"I wasn't looking for an answer." I said, flatly.
"Right." She said, quietly.
I exhaled again. "Sorry."
"Don't be. I understand you're angry." Naomi said. After a pause, she spoke again. "For what it's worth, so am I. That detective was eye-fucking you the whole time."
"You noticed that?" I half-laughed.
"I'm not sodding blind, Emily." She replied.
"She was rather obvious, wasn't she?" I said. "I thought it was disgusting."
"Likewise." Naomi said, wryly, as she mimicked the same tone the detective had used.
I stood up and walked along the table, trailing my fingers along the edge, until I stood behind Naomi. I slid my hands down her shoulders and leaned over, cuddling her close. "You have nothing to fear, beautiful. I'm yours, and you are mine." I whispered.
"I'm not scared." She replied her voice soft.
"You feel threatened though, I can tell." I replied, kneeling down beside her, turning her head so her eyes met mine. I took her hand and threaded our fingers together. "I love you, Naomi Campbell. We are strong and bonded, and I don't believe anything can come between us." I said softly, kissing the back of her hand.
"No?" She said, her blue eyes meeting mine, filled with a sense of wide-eyed hope. "Not even an eye-fucking copper?"
I leaned up and kissed her passionately. "Nothing." I whispered, as our lips parted.
"Miss Fitch, you're hardly being professional..." Naomi said, her own voice barely above a whisper.
"True, but when I have a need to reassure the woman I love above all others..." I said, searching her eyes. "I'll make an exception."
She lowered her eyes. "I'm being a fool, aren't I?" She said.
"Going on the looks she was giving me...no." I said. "But if you doubt my love for you for a single second..."
"I don't." She replied. "I never have."
"Then don't start to, beautiful." I said. "You know I-"
"You don't give your heart lightly." She said, ending my thought. "I'm aware." She said, a tear slipping from her eye. "Emily..." She sighed.
I took her into my arms and held her tightly to me. "It's ok. I'm not trying to upset you..."
"I know." Naomi replied. "I'm only upset because you are. I don't want you to doubt me anymore than you want me to doubt you."
"Oh, beautiful... I'm sorry." I said, my voice breaking. "This stress is ridiculous."
Naomi sighed. "I know it weighs on you."
"You're impeccably perceptive."
"You have to be, when you're a lawyer."
There came a short knock at the door, and I got onto my feet. "Yes?"
The door opened and Catherine poked her head around the door. "Sorry to interrupt. Naomi, the courts are on the phone for you."
"Oh, right. Thanks Catherine, I'll take it in my office." Naomi said, standing up, and moving to follow Catherine out the door.
"Naomi..." I said. She turned and looked at me with nervous blue eyes. "I meant what I said earlier...later, yeah?"
Naomi pondered my words for a moment, before biting her bottom lip and nodding quickly, and leaving the room.
I paused for a few moments before leaving the boardroom myself, and going back into my office, shutting the door behind me. Once again, I kicked my shoes off, sitting on the sofa this time, closing my eyes and trying to clear my mind. I was feeling just as frustrated as I had felt the night before, when Naomi had tried to relax me with her hands and it ended with her fucking me into a shagged out coma. I'd meant what I'd said to her, about emotions being inexplicable and strange, and I felt the very same surge I'd felt inside me right at that moment. But this was different to needing my mind distracted. Something about the nervous look she gave me had me unsettled, and I was restless because of it. My dominant nature was boiling inside me, conflicting with my mind, which still had our agreement in the back of it. No seduction while working. No fucking at the office.
I wasn't sure how long I had been thinking, but my eyes only opened when I heard the door click shut. Naomi stood and leaned her head back against it, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, staring at me. "You want me, don't you?" She said, so quietly it almost scared me.
I swallowed hard, as I nodded slowly. "You knew?"
Naomi returned my nod with one of her own, reaching to the door handle and flicking the lock. "How can I not, when it's so obvious to me in your eyes?" She asked, walking towards me slowly, and sliding the filmy scarf from around her neck.
"We agreed." I said, my voice betraying my need. As if I could hide it from her, anyway...
"I'm aware of that, Emily." She said. "But I know you, baby. I see you. I see your conflict. I know you want me, and I know it's eating you up inside." I looked up at her as she stood in front of me. She leaned down, placing her hands either side of me and whispered in my ear. "So...just this once... Take me, like I know you are dying to do. Take me, before it burns you completely."
"Are you...are you sure?" I asked, my voice faltering once more.
Naomi reached into her pocket, and placed something into my hand. I looked down, seeing that I was holding a pair of white knickers. "I've literally been sitting in my office the last ten minutes willing myself not to come in here and let you fuck me like I know you need to." She said, in a low whisper. "Obviously, I couldn't resist that urge." She said, placing the softest, slowest, sexiest single kiss against my lips, turning my stomach upside down. "Just this once, baby. Make the most of it. Only...you need to keep me quiet, somehow..." She said, her eyes flicking down to my hand that held her knickers. "I have no wish for the rest of the office to hear me get off. That's for your ears only."
"J-Jesus..." I muttered.
"Fuck that, he's not invited." Naomi smirked, straddling my lap, taking my hand and guiding it up her skirt and between her firm thighs. "I know you can't resist this..." She said, placing my palm against her warm centre. Her hands then reached to her blouse and began to undo the buttons one by one. "Or these..." She said, opening her fabric completely as she shrugged off her jacket, giving me a close up view of my favourite pair of tits.
My fingers between her legs betrayed my common sense, feeling around for her clit, which I quickly found, judging by the sharp gasp that left Naomi's lips. "Emily..." Before she could say another word, I let my fingers move against her, as I curled my free hand around the fabric of her underwear. I smirked, feeling the damp spot in the fabric, and bringing it to my nose, inhaling deeply.
"Someone was more than just a little excited, then?" I asked. Naomi bit her bottom lip and nodded briefly. My eyebrow raised. "Open." I commanded her. She opened her lips and I wasted no time in pushing her knickers between them, gagging her with them. I quickly shifted and heard the muffled squeal as Naomi landed on her back, as I pushed her skirt up and then slid two of my fingers quickly inside her. Her groan was muted, but I could tell that it was needy. I withdrew my fingers before quickly pushing them inside her again, feeling her arch up under me, kissing down her neck eagerly. "Don't you ever doubt me, beautiful." I said, almost growling with need. "I don't want anyone else. It's you. Only ever you. I love you so much it's killing me." I rubbed my thumb against her soaking clit and thrust my fingers inside her as she drew me close to her and clawed at my back, needing this as much as I did.
Her hips moved under me, and her ragged breathing came through her nose, with soft, muffled whimpers. Her hand scrabbled at the waistband of my skirt, pulling my shirt up until her hand slid against my bare skin, making me arch into her. "Beautiful...so beautiful..." I murmured, before I sucked hard on her neck, drawing another groan of pleasure from her. A hand curled around the back of my neck as I sucked harder, marking her, claiming her, and the fingers on her other hand scratched down my back hard, drawing a definite growl from me, as the heat of it tore through me. I lost control and ground myself against her thigh, desperate for stimulation, as the tension rose higher inside me. I curled my fingers inside her and she shook as her breathing stilted itself momentarily, then resuming in rapid pants. God knows how I timed it, we must have been as horny as each other, but as soon as her nails scratched down my back a second time, the two of us stiffened together, the combination of the sharpness of her nails in my skin pushing the pleasurable friction between my thighs to breaking point, flooding me with a delicious orgasm as her walls clenched around my fingers. She shuddered beneath me as her muffled grunts mixed with her ragged breathing.
I was so hazy after that, I collapsed against her, and didn't notice the emotion that spilled over, tears running from my eyes as my body was wracked with silent sobs. I felt Naomi slide her arms around me, holding me for comfort, as her voice reached my ears. "Shhh... It's ok." She said.
I buried my head in her shoulder and sniffled against her skin. "Oh, god." I murmured.
"Give yourself a minute, babe." Naomi whispered softly, still holding me, as I cuddled into her for dear life. She placed soft kisses on my skin, and whispered soothing words to me, as I calmed down.
"What did I just do?" I asked, shocked at myself.
"What we both needed, Emily." She replied. "To submit to a base urge, just for a few moments."
"But...I've never..."
"Emily... Don't over think it. And don't apologise." She said, running her fingers through my hair. "Christ, I think if anything I should apologise to you!"
"Wha- Why?" I asked.
"You didn't draw blood, Ems. I did." She said, showing me her fingernails.
"Fuck." I said. There was a brief pause before we both giggled.
Naomi looked over my shoulder at my back. "You might want to wear your jacket for the remainder of the day, too." She said, laughing.
I bit my bottom lip. "Ah, I never liked this shirt anyway." I said, snuggling against her. "I was a bit..."
"It's ok, Emily. I was hardly complaining."
"I know, but..."
Her finger across my lips silenced me. "No buts. And just so you know..." She said, tilting my head upwards and kissing me slowly. "I love you so much it's killing me, too. I'm fucking crazy about you, Emily. I don't doubt you for a second."
"Oh... Beautiful..." I murmured, pulling her closer. "You have nothing to worry about."
"Neither do you." She said, seriously.
I sighed, content in her arms. "Sorry to ruin this little moment, but... What did the court say?" I asked.
"We have our court order. I let the detective know, and he is getting onto it as we speak."
"Good." I replied. "That's one good bit of news."
"Yeah."
We lay there for a while longer, before we both agreed we should get back to work. Naomi buttoned her blouse back up, as I stole a few more kisses. "Emily..."
"How can I resist you when you're half undressed and so goddamned sexy?" I faux protested.
"Ha! And here I was, thinking you employed me for my brains." She smirked, picking up her scarf and tying it back around her neck to cover the deep red mark i had left on her throat.
I chucked. "You know I did."
"Yes, I know." She smiled, getting up off the sofa.
"Ok...get that sexy brain of yours back to work." I said, smacking her arse lightly. "We will talk later though, yes?"
"You bet."
I watched her as she left my office, closing the door behind her.
A/N#2: Nothing says "I love you" like scratch marks?
*sly grin*
Reviews welcome... I'll be over there thinking what to write next... I know some of you were expecting a big let's-play-house type discussion... Which is coming, but I had to deviate a little first. Hope you didn't mind!
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