A/N: Hello there, remember me? Of course you do... My most humble apologies for keeping this story un-updated for so long, I've had a combination of lack of motivation, writer's block, general mopeyness, and a few other things I won't bore you with.

BUT... As a reward for being so bloody patient, I have a warning for you. You know what kind... Don't you? Oh yes. The Cigarette Warning™, in all its smutty glory. And you know what? It comes as a double header! So, enjoy, my little smutlings. (That's a word now!)

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. But I have a dirty mind. You're welcome. Any and all typos were distracted by a pole dancer? Ha!

(Naomi POV)

There's something to be said, for domesticity. I'd always wondered, about the few friends I had through uni who had partners, and lived with them. Personally, I never understood what the attraction to it was, and they would just stare at me, sort of dreamy eyed, in a way and say "You'll get it one day, when you're with someone, and deeply in love."

And then they would laugh, because they knew that would probably never happen. Bastards. Hell, for years, I was the same, thinking it would never happen, and that I would be forever alone, just like a lousy internet meme, with imagery that looks like it was drawn by a five year old.

And then, I met Emily... And everything changed.

She looks at me, now... This Friday night, lying back on her side, on her... well, our bed, fully dressed in black jeans, a shirt and jacket, her cherry Doc Martens crossed ankle over ankle, as I'm in the middle of getting ready, because Emily has decided to take me out.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as I slid a black dress up my body.

Emily chuckled that deep, devious chuckle, as I turned to look at her. "And ruin the experience?" She purred, with her eyebrow raised, sending a shiver through me.

"I...uh...Christ." I muttered, much to her amusement.

Another chuckle, as Emily rose and stood behind me, kissing the back of my neck as she zipped up the back of my dress. Her arms slid around my waist, and pulled my body backwards towards hers, as she buried her nose in the hair that hung at the back of my neck and inhaled deeply. "Hmm...vanilla." She mused, brushing my hair to one side and softly kissing down my neck. I felt every single movement of her lips against my skin and slid my hand over hers as it rested on my stomach. "One thing, beautiful..."

"Hmm?" I murmured softly.

"One...small...thing..." She whispered, sliding her hand to the hem of my dress and pulling it upwards until it was over my hips. Her hands drifted down to the waistband of my knickers and she hooked her fingers underneath, reaching down and cupping my centre. "Mmm...so warm..." She said, her voice still low. Her middle finger slipped between my folds, pushing against my clit, creating a firm pressure. I gasped as she began to closely circle it with her finger, feeling my wetness increase. Her other hand reached up and palmed my breast, giving it a light squeeze and making me moan softly.

"Emily..." I whispered, as her finger kept up a slow movement around my clit. "You're teasing me..."

"Oh, you noticed that, beautiful?" She replied, rubbing the length of her finger along my swollen bud. "Not my fault...you are fucking sexy as hell in that dress, baby... I'm so tempted to just take you, right now..."

"Ah...but you won't..." I breathed. "Will you?"

She bit my neck gently, knowing what it did to me. "Oh, I don't know, beautiful... It's very tempting, wouldn't you say?" She said, keeping an insistent pressure with her finger on my clit. "I could...right now... I could peel those knickers off you, because I know they are already damp... Kneel down in front of you and taste you until you come all over my tongue...right now..."

"Jesus, Emily..." I muttered. "Please..."

Without removing her hand from my knickers, Emily moved around to face me, pulling my lips down to hers and kissing me deeply, slipping her tongue between my lips. The movement of her fingers in my knickers matched the movement of her tongue, and I moaned against her lips. When her lips parted from mine, she spoke. "Hands behind your back, beautiful..." As I complied with her request, I felt my stomach flip, as Emily sunk to her knees, her hand slipping out of my knickers, to reach for the waistband with both, hooking her fingers into the elastic and slowly...ever so slowly, dragging them down my stocking-clad thighs. "Step out." She said, and again, I did as she requested. After all, how could I not?

Her fingertips start at my ankles and slide slowly up my legs, as her lips softly kiss across my stomach, moving lower as her hands close around my hips. The devious look in her eyes, matches the same movement of her cheeky tongue, as the tip of it slithers down my skin, and the shiver I feel extends to the back of my neck as she pulls me close to her, slipping the tip of that tongue between my folds and tasting me. I exhale a shaky breath as the liquid sound of her tongue echoes softly in my ears, and I unconsciously bit my bottom lip as it made contact with my throbbing clit. Her hands gripped my hips tighter, and I immediately untucked it, whimpering softly as she nuzzled against me, more of her tongue making delicious contact.

Another shiver ran through me, as she reached to spread me open a little more, and took my clit between her lips, sucking it as her tongue flicked against the tip. Then, I gasped, as those fingers slid their way down along my folds and then spread their way inside me, ripping a groan from my throat. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, followed by an inhaled hiss of air as I felt the soft vibration of Emily's amused murmur around my clit, her tongue flicking it more deliberately. I was unable to keep my hands behind myself any longer, and reached to the front of me, burying the fingers of one hand in her hair and pulling her closer, the other gripping at the shoulder of her jacket as her fingers began to thrust inside me with delicious intent.

I'd like to tell you it was leisurely, but it wasn't. My hips rocked towards her, my hair slid down my shoulders as my head fell backwards, and I groaned in pleasure as her fingers and her mouth combined in their joint task of making me come. Which, I did, as her fingers curled inside me and her tongue insistently rubbed against my clit, the throbbing ache turning into an explosion as my body stiffened and I gasped and moaned above her, a crooked smile on my lips, and a blush covering my cheeks. My heart raced, as I heard the creak of her leather boots as she stood up, that look of mischief still in her eyes. "Open." She said, and I opened my lips her fingers slipping between them, her eyes watching me with wonder as I sucked them clean.

Once she had removed her finger from my lips, she kissed me slowly. "Finish getting dressed, beautiful. Minus the knickers... I'm going to call a taxi." She said, lightly spanking my bare arse on the way out, the husk in her voice making me shiver...again.

All night, she had observed me with hunger in her eyes. And she knew, that I knew...exactly what that hunger meant. I was essentially cooked and served up on a platter... I just didn't know when. It fed my anticipation, as she held my hand in the taxi, lightly stroking her thumb along mine. As we got out of the taxi in front of a club I recognised, but had not thought about since Emily had first taken me there and shocked the innocence out of me. Her arm slid around my waist, and she kissed my shoulder. "Alright, beautiful?"

I looked at her, and once again saw that mischief in her eyes that I knew so well, that same look that melted my insides, turning them into highly aroused mush. I swallowed, and nodded, feeling my nervousness grow tenfold. She slipped her hand into mine, and led me towards the door, reaching into her jacket to pull out two tickets that she handed to the doorman, who wore an expensive looking black suit, with a crisply ironed maroon shirt, and a white bow tie. He smiled, and ushered us in, securing the red velvet rope behind us. It was only my second time in this place, and I was still surprised, not so much shocked as I had been the first time, by the gratuitous display of undress, as well as sexuality that was shown, in the most unashamed sense.

"Do you see the booth in the corner?" Emily asked me, her voice low. I nodded. "Go and take a seat, and wait for me. I shan't be long."

"Yes, Emily." I said softly, and made my way to the booth.

The seating was upholstered in a checkered pattern of black leather, and deep red velvet, and it was very comfortable. I sat nervously, feeling it in the very out of my stomach, and my legs couldn't decide whether they wanted to cross themselves or not. I looked up, and saw a woman with black hair, wearing a deep green button up shirt, approaching the booth. "Well...I have to say, you look divine, darling... May I join you?" She asked, her voice oozing seduction.

"Uh, no...I'm here with someone." I said, politely.

The woman slid into the booth next to me, and sidled up close. A little too close for my liking, and I made a nervous move sideways. "Oh, come on, baby, I don't bite...unless you want me to..." She drawled, her voice literally oozing from her lips, as her hand touched my shoulder, making me flinch.

"I believe she said she was here with someone." Emily said, appearing in front of us with two whisky glasses of vodka and ice. The glare she gave the woman was almost as priceless as it was possessive.

"Oh yeah, and who are you?" The woman in the green shirt sneered.

Emily placed the glasses onto two coasters. "My name is no concern of yours." Emily said, a stern tone in her voice. "But that fact that she is mine..." She said, glancing towards me. "...and mine only, is."

The black haired woman glanced at me. "You are?" She asked.

I looked at Emily. "Yeah, I am." I said. "I'm hers."

Emily slid into the booth next to me, placing her arm around my shoulders and pulling me into a possessive kiss that made my heart skip, and my stomach flutter. When her lips parted from mine, she looked the woman in the eyes. "Mine. And I don't like to share."

"Shame..." The woman replied. "It could have been fun..." She added, sliding out of the booth and walking away.

My hands were trembling. Emily took them in her own and held them firmly. "Are you alright?" She asked, softly. I nodded. "I've seen her here before...she's a predator."

"Jesus..." I whispered.

"Here..." She said, moving my hands around one of the whisky glasses. "Drink this, you'll calm down a bit."

I took a long sip, wincing slightly as the cold vodka slid down my throat and warmed my stomach. Emily took my hands back into hers and slowly stroked her thumbs over mine, until they stopped trembling. "What are we doing here?" I asked.

"I'm glad you asked. I brought you to see a show, actually." Emily said, casually picking up her glass and sipping its contents.

"A show?" I said, raising both my eyebrows. "W-what sort of show?"

Emily smirked. "Something very artistic, I assure you."

"As artistic as Japanese bondage?"

"Mmm... Not in the same vein, no. Actually, it's non-sexual, but beautiful, all the same."

"Oh."

"Ah, but first..." Emily said, as a waitress came to our table with a plate of tasty looking morsels on a platter. "First, a little light meal..."

"Your order..." The waitress said with a casual smile, as she placed the platter on the table.

"Thank you." Emily said, as she left. "I know we didn't eat before we left, so... I thought tapas might be a good choice."

"It looks amazing..." I said eyeing the selection of grilled button mushrooms, mini puff pastry triangles, deep fried squid and other items which I didn't quite recognise.

"Here..." Emily said, reaching for one of the little disposable cocktail forks and spearing a mushroom, dipping it in the sauce and holding it towards me. I leaned forward and took the mushroom into my mouth, tasting it. It wasn't that hot, and it was marinated in something tangy, and I definitely tasted garlic, the sauce turned out to be aioli. She watched me with amusement. "You like?" I nodded. She smiled a warm smile at me. "Good, I'm glad."

I didn't notice anyone else around us. Emily made sure of that, sitting close to me (I didn't mind) and whispering funny little things in my ear to make me smile and feel comfortable (I didn't mind that, either), and leaving soft kisses along my shoulders as we nibbled and picked. (Nor did I mind that...) It made me feel at ease, but not so that I didn't notice her hand on my knee, slowly creeping up to my inner thighs her fingertips stroking the nylon covered skin. She leaned close to me, sitting down after getting us both another drink, the warmth of her body so near to mine. "You look beautiful tonight..." She murmured into my ear, as she slid her arm around my shoulders. She placed soft kisses along my jaw line as her hand resumed its place on my inner thigh.

"Thank you." I said, softly, very aware of where her hand was.

"Mmm...I love you." She whispered, her fingers softly brushing the bare space above the stocking on my inner thigh, as her nose nuzzled the space where my cheek met my ear. The softness of her kiss there made me shiver, as did the fuzzy feeling I felt, low in my stomach. I turned to reply to her, and she claimed my lips with hers, in a deep, but gentle kiss. Our lips moved together like they always did...passionate, seamless, as her fingers moved higher and brushed against my centre. True, it was dark enough that no one could really see, but my hand still moved down to hers on instinct, covering it before it moved any further.

Emily's lips parted from mine, and again, she kissed along my jawline to my ear, her soft chuckle tickling my eardrum. "Easy, beautiful..." She murmured. "Not just yet, baby... But I am going to make one of your dirty little fantasies come true tonight..." I shivered as the tip of her tongue licked a figure eight just below my ear. "I know how much you got off that night you tied me up and played with yourself... while I watched your every move... You liked being watched, didn't you?" She whispered. My eyes went wide, and I looked at her curiously, as my heart raced beneath my chest. I heard it loudly in my ears, as I noticed her sly smirk. Before I had a chance to question her, I heard another voice that spoke loudly over the general background noise.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the spectacular will begin in five minutes! If you would please make your way through the red velvet curtains, and find your vantage point!"

Emily moved her hand from between my thighs and took my own in hers. She stood, and turned around, raising her eyebrow. "Come on, beautiful..."

I stood, and let her lead me. We joined the crowd filing through the curtains, and I followed Emily as she walked to the back of the room, behind a waist high wall. The rest of the audience space filled in quickly, and it was only standing room, but it didn't matter. She stood behind me, and wrapped her arms around my waist, protectively. She pulled her body close to mine, and I relaxed against her. I felt her drinking me in, her soft kisses languidly peppering my shoulders and neck. I reached to my waist to link my fingers with hers, gripping them firmly.

"Do you remember what you told me..." She whispered. "About the thrill of being caught?"

"Yeah..." I replied.

"And about how it turned you on..." Her voice was still low, and it began to have that effect on me that made me surrender. I gripped her hand tightly as the lights began to dim. "How far will you let me go, beautiful?" She whispered, making me shudder.

Music began to play as a spotlight shone on the stage, shining on a chrome pole that extended up to the ceiling. Applause came from the crowd, and I felt Emily's hands move to my hips, and then the fabric of my dress slipping up my thighs. My breathing grew shallow as I felt myself getting wetter, as a beautiful woman in a dark purple bikini strode up to the pole, and lifted herself onto it, her body spinning around the few inches of chromed steel, as Emily's hand gripped that my waist, her fingers sliding up the skin between my thighs. I felt a tiny helpless murmur in my own throat, as the excitement mounted inside me, Emily's fingers tracing along my very wet folds, teasing my sensitive skin.

I tried to concentrate on the show on the stage, the dancer twirling effortlessly around the pole, bending and contorting herself, and it proved to be as artistic as Emily had told me it was. For the few minutes that I could concentrate on it, anyway. Those minutes were short, as Emily's fingers pressed between my folds, sliding through my wetness. I felt her smile against my skin as she kissed the back of my neck. "You're so wet, beautiful..." She whispered, just audible above the loud throb of the music that accompanied the dancer. I gasped as her finger began to rub against my clit, tracing every millimetre of the sensitive bud and sending sensation bursting through my stomach. The pleasure continued to build and mount, until Emily moved her fingers away, and I groaned, immediately missing the pleasure, but glad that no one near to us could actually hear over the music. My eyes flicked around us, but everyone was watching the girl on stage, as she circled and flexed around the pole.

Emily pulled her body close to mine, grinding her hips into mine. Her hand reached for mine and slid it between us, and down over something that bulged in the crotch of her jeans.

Oh. My. God.

My hand slid up to her stomach and gripped at her, and Emily chuckled dirtily in my ear. "You feel it, don't you..." She murmured. I nodded my head. "Unbutton my jeans, and then put your hands on the wall, beautiful." She said, the authority coming into her voice. I reached for the button on her waistband sliding it through the buttonhole and placed my hands against the wall. I felt the already snugly gathered fabric sliding a little further up my hips, and then the oddly warm thickness of the head of the strap-on resting against my entrance. "I'm feeling very mischievous, beautiful..." She said, pushing forwards and sliding it into me, causing me to inhale sharply and shut my eyes tightly.

My interest in the pole dancer was lost, as Emily began to thrust into me, filling me up completely. Her movements were slow to begin with, her hands gripped at my hips, as a low moan lingered in my throat before escaping and mixing into the music around us.

Emily kissed and sucked at my throat, increasing the sensation in my stomach, and the pleasure that was snaking its way through me. "You're such a naughty girl... Wanting to be fucked like this... Open your eyes, beautiful, look around you."

I opened my eyes, looking around. Every pair of eyes was trained on the girl on the stage, as she continued through her act...except for one. The lack haired woman in the green shirt from the bar, whose eyes are on me. Trailing up and down my body as Emily thrust into me, a sly grin on her face. I leaned my head back as Emily licked slowly up the side of my throat, speeding up her thrusts into me. "You see her, don't you? That woman who tried to hit on you..." She whispered. I nodded, biting my bottom lip. "She can want you as much as she likes... It's too bad for her that you are mine..." She growled, thrusting deep into me on the last word, pulling a groan from within me.

She reaches her hand between my legs and begins to rub my clit, the view obstructed by the wall in front of us, but I know the black haired woman knows exactly what's going on, her eyes flicking downwards, then back up to mine. Emily rubs faster, building the sensation up inside me, thrusting faster. The music reaches its peak, and so do I, the built up pressure inside me exploding into a shuddering orgasm, as the black haired woman stares at me with even hungrier eyes. As the act finished, and the applause began, Emily's lips kissed the back of my neck softly, as the strap-on slipped out of me.

The applause died down, and the crowd began to disperse slowly, and Emily pulled my dress back down, turning me around and pulling my lips to hers, kissing me passionately and slipping her arms around me. Her forehead rested against mine as the kiss ended. "Home?" She whispered, in question.

"Yeah..." I replied. "Home."

She took my hand and led me out through the remaining crowd, walking past the black haired woman in the green shirt. She stopped, and looked me up and down, before meeting Emily's eyes with her own. "That... was hot." The woman said.

"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" Emily replied, with a sly grin. "I hope you enjoyed it...because you'll never have her like I will." She smirked, before leading me past her and out of the club, slipping a possessive arm around my waist as she did so.

A/N#2: *smirk*

Glad I finally got that out of my system...

Not sure what is happening next. In time, my friends, in time...

Review if you wish...

Until next time,

~GN~ xo