A/N: Greetings!

Sorry this has taken a few days... The movers came with my stuff on Monday morning, and they delivered everything I wanted and a lot of stuff I didn't expect, most of it mine and some of it not, but the main part is I didn't end up losing anything. So, I've been going through some of it, and sorting stuff out, and I spent a while unpacking my DVD collection, so because of that, my muscles are aching like a bastard. Massage minions required, pronto!

Anyway, I gift you all with some smut as compensation, so Cigarette Warnings™ are definitely in effect. Hell, even the conversation is rated that way...

Right, on with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. I do own a bookcase that I didn't own before, though... Some people, honestly... *shakes head* All your typos are belong to us.

(Emily POV)

Be.

A little two letter word that means to exist.

That was the plan, to exist in the same space, and just bond.

Of course to us, it usually meant indulging each other's amorous passions.

This was none more apparent than this moment, leaning back on my hands, sitting on the edge of my bed while Naomi knelt at my feet, her hands cuffed behind her back, head nestled between my thighs tracing over every inch of my wetness with her tongue.

"Yessss..." I hissed, as her oral muscle swiped my clit eagerly. "Ohh fuck that's goo-OH!" I moaned, one of my hands drifting down my stomach, fingers threading through her hair as my hips rocked towards her face. "Don't...fuck don't you dare stop!" The rest of my husky words were breathless and incoherent as shivering spasms of pleasure wracked through my stiffening body.

I fell onto my back, gasping for breath as her warm tongue flicked gently against me, followed by soft damp kisses along my inner thighs. I looked down to see her staring right back into my eyes with a very devious smirk on her face. "May I?" She asked, and I sat up, taking her face in my hands. She straightened up and I kissed her passionately, sliding my fingers down one of her arms and uncuffing her hand. She reached up and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me backwards and straddling my hips, kissing down my throat and sucking my pulse point, causing me to shiver a little more.

"Why can't I ever get enough of you?" She breathed against my skin.

"The same reason I can't..." I replied, as I wrapped my arms around her, shifting as she rolled to the side of me. She uncuffed her other wrist and tossed them onto the bed beside us with a metallic clatter, pulling me close to her. My head nestled into her chest and I kissed her skin softly. "I never believed it was true..."

"What's that?" She asked, my lips feeling the vibration of her words in her throat as I kissed my way up.

"That two people could be made for each other..." I said, quietly.

"Mmm..." Naomi murmured. "I don't know... I just know that I love you with all my heart. I..." She trailed off and sighed. "It feels so right being with you. It surprises me more and more."

"Why?"

Her blue eyes looked down at me as I looked up at her. "I never needed anyone before you." She said, softly. "You and me... We burn together. Like candles. We light each other up... We burn... When we sleep, we extinguish." She said. "I've never felt this way before."

I sighed deeply. "You know... I thought I had...long ago."

"But?"

I shook my head. "Not like this, beautiful." I whispered. "Not the way I ache inside for you." I took her hand in mine and held it to my chest. "It's constant... the aching. It never stops."

Naomi placed her lips against mine and kissed me slowly. Her fingertips trailed down my arm as she looked into my eyes. "It's the same for both of us, then."

"You feel it, too?"

She nodded as she kissed my forehead softly. "You ache, I burn..." She whispered, her fingertips now slipping down my spine. I shivered as they ran over the tender marks on my skin, feeling the warm sensation. Concerned blue eyes once again met mine. "Are you sure that doesn't hurt?"

I shook my head and smiled. "No."

"Why doesn't it? Just...out of curiosity."

"Close your eyes, beautiful." I said. She did as I said, and I continued to speak. "Do you remember what I said about the fine line? The one between pleasure and pain?"

"Yes."

"How it's all just sensation... And some things we are conditioned to think of as pain?"

"Mmm...yes."

"I already felt pleasure at that moment, because you were under me, at my mercy... Your nails scratching me just pushed it further. It increased it."

"Oh, as you said, then... A bit like a spanking."

"Yes."

"And that doesn't make you a masochist?" Naomi smirked.

I laughed. "Hardly. I don't need to feel pain to get off, beautiful. On rare occasions when I don't expect it, the experience is enhanced... But it's not something I need. Just like I am not sadistic, either. I'll tease you... I'll deny you release... I may even spank you on occasion... But I'll never take it to a limit you don't want me to. That's why you have a safe word. I want you to be pleasured, not hurt."

"I think I understand. It was sensation, but not pain?"

"Correct. If I slap you across the face hard, and you aren't expecting it, it will hurt. But if I'm spanking your arse and I take my time in building up the intensity... It will sting, and it will be intense, but you can feel pleasure from it. You might not be able to explain it properly... But what triggers pleasure isn't always easily explicable." I explained. "If I do this..." I said, pinching one of her nipples hard between my fingers.

"Ow!" Naomi exclaimed, opening her eyes and furrowing her brow.

"It hurts." I said. "But, if I do this..." I added, stroking across her nipple to begin with, and then gently rolling it slowly between my fingers, tugging it until it became hard. "You see? How does that feel?"

"Mmm... Good..." She replied, biting her bottom lip.

I stared at her, narrowing my eyes, noting the expansion of her pupils. "Oh..." I whispered, flattening my palm against her breast and ever so slowly sliding it down to her stomach, as her fingers curled behind my neck, pulling me into a deep, slow kiss. The soft needy murmur came between kisses as my hand reached between her legs, and my fingers met her wetness. Our eyes locked together as I stroked my fingertips against her clit, and I watched, her eyes growing more distant as her breathing quickened. "You're wet." I smirked.

"Y-yes..." She whispered. She shivered, and her eyes closed, and bit her bottom lip...again.

I shut my eyes briefly and inhaled sharply. "Do that again, and I won't be responsible for what I do, beautiful..." I said, my voice low.

"Why?" She asked, her eyes opening to meet mine with black wide pupils. I leaned in and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue between her lips as her fingers threaded through my hair. We kissed until we ran out of breath, and another moan left her throat, which I quickly began to kiss down, her hand gripping my shoulder as I flicked my tongue across the bruise on her neck. "Oh fuck..." She breathed in a strained voice. "Please, baby..."

"You want me to take you, beautiful?" I whispered in her ear.

"God, yes..."

I chuckled softly, indeed, almost innocently. I nibbled at her earlobe and reached across for the handcuffs, feeling the cool metal between my fingers. I secured one of the cuffs around her wrists, giving a few more firm strokes against her clit before reaching up and holding my fingers in front of her lips. "Open." I said, and her eyes drifted downwards to my fingers, before she dutifully parted her lips and accepted my fingers between them. The soft motion of her tongue was enticing as she swiped it across my fingers, tasting the essence of herself on them. She closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper, as I slowly slid my fingers out, trailing them down her throat and across her shoulder, continuing down her arm inch by inch until I reached her wrist, taking it in my hand and raising it above her head. I secured the other cuff around it after looping it around the railing of the bedhead, straddling her hips and sliding my fingers slowly back down her arms.

Her eyes searched mine, and I could see the curiosity in them. "You wonder what I'm going to do, don't you?"

"Y-yes." She replied.

"Hmm...what shall I do, with you at my dirty minded mercy?" I smirked. I slid my hands down her chest and took her nipples gently between my fingers. "I can tease you here, rubbing, stroking, and pinching your nipples..." I said, as my fingers did just that, very slowly. I watched her reaction, as her eyes almost closed, her body arching towards me. "I can even lick, suck and bite them..." I said, leaning down and closing my hand around one breast and flicking my tongue over the nipple hearing her gasp as it hardened against my tongue. Closing my lips around it, I sucked gently, cupping the other mound of flesh in my hand and rubbing its nipple with my fingers. A moan left her and she squirmed under me as I continued to lavish attention on her stiff peaks, the cuffs rattling against the bedhead as I knew she was trying to reach for me. I paused my attention and looked up at her. She was looking down at me with a wanting gleam in her eyes. "Does that feel good, beautiful?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Yes!" She said, in a breathless whisper, as she nodded rapidly.

"Do you want me to do it more?" I questioned.

"Yes...please..."

I smirked and resumed my task, lightly biting each of her nipples in turn and flicking my tongue over them to both soothe the ache I knew they must be feeling, and also to excite her more. Unable to resist the temptation, I slid a hand down her stomach, and between her thighs, pressing my palm against her centre. A needier moan burst from her lips, coupled with her hips moving closer, trying to get more contact. I pressed my palm against her more firmly as I moaned around her nipple, and she shuddered beneath me. I looked up at her, catching her eyes with mine as I grinned devilishly. "I could do this all...fucking...night..." I purred.

"I know..." She gasped in reply. "You won't, though..."

I raised an eyebrow. "Won't I?" I smirked.

"No..."

"Tell me why..."

"You...oh Jesus..." She groaned, as my hand pushed against her harder still, and if teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue. "You love to hear me come too much to deny me..." She said, quickly, before another moan sipped out.

"Ahhh..." I laughed softly. "Who said I was going to deny you?" I said, shifting my hand and slipping my middle finger between her folds, starting to rub her clit slowly. It was hard as a marble and so wet my finger slipped around it easily. "I also love to hear you come more than once..." I teased, as I continued to rub against her swollen clit. "I love it when my fingers are inside you and I feel you tense around them with every thrust... Every flick of my tongue against your clit..." I said, kissing down her stomach. "Every breath that becomes an incoherent moan as I..." My kisses reached her folds and I spread them open with my fingers, her heady scent filling my senses. Unable to resist the pull, I slid my tongue right against her clit, and she groaned above me, her wrists straining against the handcuffs. "Yeah, that's the one..." I said, in a brief pause of contact before I began to lick and suck her wet folds in earnest, taking them between my lips and lapping at them slowly with my tongue.

"Oh...fuck...Emily..." Naomi groaned, her words split by panting breathed as I assaulted her wet flesh with my tongue. "Christ!" She exclaimed, as is wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it firmly, swiping my tongue over it as I did so. "Ahfuck... Oh my...AHH!" She cried out, as her body shuddered beneath me. A strangled, wordless moan reached my ears, followed by several short pants, her chest heaving. "Oh god..." I slid my tongue down inside her, and her panting turned into one long low moan as I tasted her pleasure as she came against my tongue.

I worked my way back upwards, lashing her clit with another few tender licks, before kissing my way up her stomach, not stopping until my lips met hers and she moaned into my eager kisses, tasting herself all over them. As my lips broke from hers, I quickly reached down and slid two fingers straight inside her soaking wet core. I reached up and made her face me, my eyes trapping hers in my gaze as I started to thrust my fingers deep inside her. "I've always wondered where your eyes go when the orgasm tears through you..." I said, my voice lower and huskier than before. "This time...I'm going to see it..." I curled my fingers inside her, hitting the spot I knew made her tremble and shake. My other hand slid down her cheek softly, my eyes watching hers as my thumb reached her clit and began to stroke it, bringing her closer once more. Her eyes were wide and wild as I pleasured her, and I said nothing more, as I watched her curiously, a pink blush spreading across her cheeks.

She and I both knew we had never done this... I'd never deliberately tied her up and not blindfolded her, I'd always been unable to see her expression when she was restrained and about to crumble into pleasurable bliss. It was a sight to behold, as my rhythm inside her increased, wanting her to come undone beneath me. Her wrists strained more against the cuffs and her body stiffened, and I watched her as her eyelids almost fell closed as her eyes themselves nearly rolled backwards. "Do it, beautiful..." I urged, and she exploded in pleasure under me, a loud cry leaving her throat as her body jerked and thrashed, panting hard as her warmth gripped my fingers in that beautiful pulsating rhythm that signified pure pleasure.

Her head relaxed back onto the pillow and she mumbled incoherently in between soft groans as I brought her back down with my fingers. I slowly slid them out and still watching her, I sucked them clean, her eyes somehow still on mine. "God..."

I smirked as I slid my fingers from my lips. "Didn't we say he isn't invited?"

Naomi nodded as she started to laugh softly.

I reached up and released Naomi's wrists, slowly moving her arms back below her shoulders, and helped her to sit up. I moved behind her, and put my hands on her shoulders, slowly beginning to massage out the ache that I knew was there. I alternated with soft kisses across her shoulders and moving across the back of her neck. She sighed softly as I did this, and soon her hands reached up and stopped mine in their tracks, dragging them down her chest until I was simply holding her, pulling her closer to me. "I just need you to hold me." She said, softly.

"You'll ache in the morning..."

"Then do that in the morning. Please... I just need to feel the comfort of you against me."

"You want to lie down?" I asked, kissing the side of her neck.

"No... This is good for now." She said.

"Are you ok?" I asked again, concerned.

"Very much so." She replied, softy.

We remained like that for quite a while, eventually laying down entwined in each other. Neither of us said much, but then, we didn't really have to. It was just time for us to be in the same space, both physically and emotionally. I'm not sure who fell asleep first, I think it might have been me, but it didn't matter. Neither of us would complain about it later, because it was fine either way. We never demanded more of each other than we got, and that was what made our relationship so perfect. There was give and take, but we also bent to suit each other's needs, and at times like this, we were there for each other where it mattered, whether we spoke or not, or even if we just needed to be locked in an embrace that made no sense other than just being. I loved her, and she knew it. She loved me, and I knew it, and that was what completed our little circle. We complemented and completed each other. We ached just as much as we burned for each other, and we both knew it now.

I wonder how many people truly find that, from such strange beginnings? Maybe it is rare that it occurs. I've never thought I was meant for anyone, or that they were meant for me, but I knew that Naomi was something special. We had formed an unbreakable bond, and we really loved each other deeply. It was as apparent when we would just lay together for hours, as it was in our unconventional sex life that fit us so perfectly, no matter if we spent hours making love, or just shagged like rabbits in my office.

Either way, we were crazy for each other, as emotionally as we were otherwise, and that's the way we both liked it.

A/N#2: *grin*

Not gonna say much else, but let's just say if some of you are a little sweaty as well as satisfied after that...you're welcome :-P

Hehe.

ANYhoo...more soon... Reviews welcome, as per.

Until next time...

~GN~ xo