A/N: Hello! :-D

So...next chapter. I actually asked myself at one point "is there a point where there is too much smut in a chapter?" ... And then I realised that you guys don't seem to mind, even though some of what I have written in both TSLOEF as well as this story are very...erm... Niche? I suppose...would be a good way of putting it? Whatever. Anyway... About 95% of this chapter is smut. Fair Cigarette Warning™ for you now, and for those of you with aversions to...erm...discipline might want to look away now. Fair warning for that, too... So if that doesn't interest you, feel free to find something fluffy to read...I won't hold it against you, because really, it's not everyone's bag, is it?

Right, now that I've scared some of you off... On with the show? God, that makes it sound like I'm peddling sex...

(Just get on with it, you twat)

(Right, right...ok, then...)

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Really. A smutty mind, though... Amy and all typos should be shot on sight, but I misplaced my fucking taser, so...

(Emily POV)

The taxi ride back to our flat was heated, to say the least. It started with the look Naomi had given me as we settled into the back seat. A look that I felt right between my legs, adding to the arousal - the already uncomfortable charge of arousal - that I was feeling after fucking her in the club. I had thought about doing that for a while. I hadn't mentioned it to her, because even though I knew it was one of her fantasies, to be fucked in public, I wanted to shock her with it. There's one thing to be said for anticipation, it can be very arousing, but it's sometimes even more of a thrill to have something like that sprung on you. And I wanted to thrill her, as much as I wanted to be thrilled by her.

We'd had a taxing week. McClair was still at large, and I was sorting through accounting firms that Naomi had recommended to me to do the books after all the fuckery that we had dealt with. Lots of calling for quotes, and such. Other than that, we hadn't actually played with each other that much, other than, of course, indulging our rampant desire for each other on a nightly basis, but strangely, it had been mostly vanilla, as it were. A lot of spare time spent having sex, but nothing more kinky than being tied up, or a little of the old tease and denial. No, I saved that for tonight, when work was a brief, distant memory, and we were both free to have our way, wicked as it may be, with each other.

But, back to the atmosphere in the taxi. Thick, hot, and very sexual. Naomi, it seemed, could not control herself at all, and was sitting astride my lap, literally snogging my brains out, the second after I gave the driver my address. My arms wrapped around her out of instinct, pulling her body closer to mine. Her fingertips reached for my shirt, beginning to unbutton it, sliding her hands beneath the fabric and pushing my bra up over my tits. I kissed down to her neck, and as her thumbs rubbed my nipples, one of my hands reached between her legs, two of my fingers making quick work of slipping through her still wet folds and burying them inside her. She buried her head into my neck, letting out a half gasp, half groan, followed by a sharp intake of breath and then another soft moan as I flexed my fingers inside her. "You're such a naughty girl..." I whispered against her ear, my fingers thrusting with purpose inside her.

"Yes...but I'm yours..." She whispered back, her hot shallow breath pulsing against my neck. Her body tensed against mine as I curved my fingers towards me, and another groan came from her throat. One of her hands reached up to my neck, the other staying inside my shirt and tugging on my nipple as my free hand threaded up into her hair, pulling her head backwards as I gently bit her earlobe.

"Tell me your safe word." I said, keeping my voice low, feeling her clench around my rings.

A breathless moan. "P-porcupine."

I grinned against her skin. "Mmm...it's good that you remember..." I murmured, pushing my thumb against her clit. "I'm going to test you when we get in, beautiful..." I continued. "But for now... come for me."

Her eyes met mine, and they were distant and distracted, even in the darkness, and as they flickered closed, she bit her bottom lip, her head leaning forward to bump against mine as she shuddered and tensed above me for a good long minute before going limp in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. I held her close to me, as her fingers gripped my neck just a little more firmly, her rapid breathing settling itself. I looked up into the rear view mirror, and thankfully, the drivers' eyes were trained on the road. I also noticed that we were nearly back at my flat, so I carefully slid my fingers out, licking them clean as I kept my eyes in the driver. "Naomi..." I whispered, and she slowly lifted her head, the laziest, most satisfied grin on her face. I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her, feeling her moan against my tongue as she tasted herself on it. "We're nearly home." I said softly, once the kiss had ended.

Somehow she managed to gracefully slide off my lap, and I adjusted my bra and shirt, the driver still none the wiser. Either he was so married to his job he never took his eyes off the road, or he was completely oblivious. Soon after, the taxi pulled up outside the flat, and I reached into my pocket for a tenner to pay the fare, handing it to the driver. "Keep the change, mate." I said, opening the door and stepping out of the taxi.

"Cheers." Naomi said, following me out, and shutting the door behind her. The driver said nothing, but gave us a sly smirk as he pulled away. Ok, maybe not so oblivious... Naomi looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Do you...think he..."

I gave her a cheeky smirk and shrugged. "After tonight, does it matter?" I asked, raising my own eyebrow.

Naomi thought for a brief moment. "I suppose n-not." She said, softly.

"Anyway..." I said, stepping closer to her. "I am not done with you yet."

She regarded me with wide blue eyes. "No?"

I shook my head and smiled, nodding towards the front door. "Inside first, beautiful."

When we got indoors, we went into our room.

"Stand there." I said, pointing to the area just in front of the bed. Naomi stood completely still, as I sat on the end of the bed and unlaced my boots one by one, sliding them off my feet. I leaned back on my hands, and looked Naomi up and down. "You're enjoyed yourself, tonight..." I stated. She nodded. I raised my eyebrow. "Speak, beautiful."

"Yes." She said, softly.

I looked her up and down again. "You feel me watching you."

"Yes." She replied. "I see you watching me." She added.

I raised my eyebrow. "Forgetting something?"

Naomi lowered her head. "S-sorry."

"And in the taxi... You were still horny."

"Y-yes."

"You bad girl..." I smirked. "I think a little discipline is in order, don't you?" I teased.

She swallowed. "D-discipline?" She asked, nervously. An excited twinkle appeared in her eyes. "Y-you mean..."

I nodded. "Strip." I said, succinctly. Naomi slid out of her shoes, and unzipped her dress, moving the fabric down her body, and shimmying out of it. She unclipped her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders, exposing her gorgeous tits to my view. She now stood only in the elegant pair of black hold-up stockings, making no move to unroll them down her gorgeous legs. I patted my lap. "Bend over my knees, beautiful." She did as I asked, her naked body laying over my clothed thighs. "You know what to say if it gets too much." I said.

"Yes."

"Good..." I said, reaching to the back of her neck. Starting from the base, I slowly, teasingly slid my fingertips down her spine, feeling her shiver. I slid them back upwards, lifting my fingers off her skin once they had reached her neck. Once again, she shivered, and is gently traced a heart at the base of her neck, before once again running my fingers down her spine, slot this time, so she could feel me trace every slow, sensual inch. "No counting this time, beautiful." I said, sliding my palm over her firm arse. I gently traced over each cheek, before removing my hand entirely. I heard her gasp, but waited a long moment before I went any further. Naomi's breathing had become rapid, and I knew it was because of the anticipation. A smirk crossed my lips, and I brought my hand down, hearing the sharp noise of the contact of my palm against her skin. I then repeated the smack on the other side.

I heard her whimper, but knew that it had nothing to do with pain. Still, I wasn't wanting to hurt her, by any means, so I rubbed my hand over the space I had just contacted, soothing the sting. She murmured an agreeable noise as I soothed her. I raised my hand again, and spanked her twice on each cheek, once more rubbing my hand over her skin. She moaned softly, this time, and iv again felt her shiver in my lap. "It turned you on, didn't it... Being fucked in the midst of all those people?" I asked.

"Y-yes." She whispered in reply. I chuckled softly, and then raised my hand again, giving three equal spanks on each cheek, rubbing the skin again after. "Jesus..." Naomi muttered.

"And the woman who tried hitting on you..." I mused. "It affected you more... knowing she was watching us...didn't it?" I asked, spanking her four times on each side, tracing my fingertips in light circles over her skin, which had begun to turn a noticeable shade of pink.

"God, yessss..." She moaned in response, as I reached down and traced the tip of my middle finger around her entrance. "Oh..." She whimpered, as I slowly slid that finger inside her soaking heat.

"Hmm...still wet, beautiful?" I smirked. I tutted. "Naughty little girl..." I slid another finger in, joining the first, and twisting them both inside her wet warmth. Naomi groaned, and with my other hand, I slid my fingers down her spine again, and spanked her again, the combined sensation of her muscles constricting around my fingers and the sound of her a satisfied moan from deep within sending shocks through my own body.

There is a difference between sensation and pain. Sensation is the thing that gives you a thrill, and pain is the thing that hurts. I had no desire to hurt Naomi, that was certain. But to give her a thrill... Oh, definitely. And a spanking... That sting that comes with the quick meeting of flesh upon flesh... That can give a thrill that can't readily be defined by words. Sometimes the feelings of the human experience transcend the need for words. And feeling...sensation...is just one of those things. Most people don't expect the sense of pleasure that a spank on the arse can give them. They expect it even less that they like it...and want more.

"Emily...please..." Naomi whimpered.

I grinned, even though she couldn't see me. "Do you want more, beautiful?"

"Yesss..." She hissed.

"Hmm..." I said, rubbing my fingertips over her arse. I slid them down between her folds and felt just exactly how wet she was. Niagara falls would have almost been an understatement. "You're so wet and slippery...you naughty girl..."

Her body squirmed in my lap, and I slid one of my fingers inside her, feeling around, probing delicately. Naomi gave a long, drawn out sigh of satisfaction. So, I slid another finger deep inside her soaking wetness. She moaned again, and I felt her tense around my fingers. Slowly, I moved my fingers out, and pushed them back in again as her body tensed once more in my lap. I made note of every sensation, every ripple of gripping muscle around my fingers as I thrust them into her, and then I raised my hand once more and spanked her again, hearing the almost primal, whimpering groan that spilled from her lips. I repeated the action, beginning to bring my hand down against her skin at a more rapid pace as I fucked her, never hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her clench around me. It didn't take long before she shuddered in my lap and gave a muffled cry, her body flexing as she squeezed my fingers inside her, another climax spiking its way through her.

I pulled her onto the bed, then, settling in beside her, body trembling as she regained her sense of location. I wrapped my arms around her, and she nestled her head into my shoulder, shivering against me. "Are you ok?" I asked, softly, as I stroked my fingers through her hair.

She nodded. "Oh, yes..." She whispered, distantly. Her eyes were unfocused and glazed over, and I held her close to me, never breaking the contact between us. It was a long while before she spoke, as I softly kissed her and whispered that I loved her. "You're still wearing clothes..."

"Yes."

"Hmm." She murmured. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, beautiful. What would you like to know?" I replied.

Her fingers gripped at the collar of my jacket. "I deserved that spanking, didn't I?"

"Yes." I confirmed. "Do you know why?"

She paused before she spoke. "The taxi."

"Yes." I said. "You were very brazen."

"I..." She murmured. "I c-couldn't help myself. You got me so worked up, and..." She trailed off.

"Shhh..." I whispered, kissing her forehead softly. "I know, beautiful."

"T-that woman in the club... She...she was never a threat to you." She said, her tone almost fearful.

A sympathetic jolt ran through me and I held her closer. "Oh, sweetheart... I know that." I said. "That wasn't it... You just... Shocked me, that's all. You were so demanding, and so needy... And I needed you, in that way."

"Like...payback?"

I cringed. "That sounds awful."

"I know."

"But, yes... Something like that. One deed for another." I said. I lifted her head to her eyes met mine. "You know how much I love you, Naomi. I only have eyes for you. No one else."

"As I have for you... I need you to know that." She replied, a blush covering her cheeks.

I leaned in and kissed her slowly. "I do, beautiful. And you need to know that." I said. "You have no need to fear. It's you whom I love. You whom I have given my heart to."

"And you have mine."

I leaned my head against hers. "I know. Forgive me, I am protective of you. You know I don't think of you as property, and I in no way thought of her as a threat... But she was too close to you. It bothered me. Because I could tell you were scared."

"She was a bit..."

"Full on?" I offered.

"Yes."

"Mmm. Women get like that in that club."

"Yeah..." Naomi replied. "Don't ever leave me alone there again, ok?"

A smile crossed my lips. "Never, baby. I promise." I said, kissing her lips softly.

We lay for a short while, Naomi bundled up in my arms. We traded kisses and soft touches, before she spoke again. "You're wearing too many clothes, Fitch."

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm... I want to feel you naked against me." She whispered. "Intimately."

I raised my eyebrow. "Oh, like that, hmm?"

She nodded, looking at me with blue-eyed eagerness, as she began to unbutton my shirt. She shrugged my jacket from my shoulders and made short work of sliding both it and my shirt off my shoulders, before making even shorter work of unclipping my bra and tossing it into the corner. Her hands drifted to the waistband of me jeans as she kissed and licked at my throat. "I want you to fuck me again..." She murmured, as she unzipped my jeans and slid them off my hips. "Take my hips in both of your hands and just... have your way with me." She breathed against my skin.

I smirked. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. After all, I've been a naughty girl, and I deserve it..." She replied, rolling onto her side.

I didn't need telling twice. I slid my jeans down off my legs, the strap on standing out from my hips. I pressed my body close to hers, as the purple strap-on slid between her thighs. I moved against her, letting it tease her folds for a few moments, before she reached down and grabbed it, positioning the head at her still soaking entrance. I moved my hips forwards and it slide easily inside her, her body tensing as she inhaled sharply. "Oh, that's fucking good..." She groaned, as the radiance of her discipline-warmed arse cheeks met my crotch. I gripped her hip with my hand and began to slowly thrust into her.

"So fucking beautiful, baby..." I whispered, as I thrust into her. I nuzzled my nose into her hair and kissed her neck softly as I fucked her slowly, wanting this to last as long as we could both stand it. Her hand reached to my hip and pulled me closer to her, urging me on. I could hardly say I needed urging, as I eagerly moved against her, reaching around to tug her nipples one by one and pull her closer to me by way of my hand on her stomach. "I love you so fucking much..." I moaned, a moan that was returned, wordlessly, but returned all the same, as her fingers dug into the skin on my hip as she grabbed me closer.

The thrusting of my hips sped up, and the appreciative groan I got in response told me all I needed to know, and it reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit with my fingertips. She was wet, swollen and so sensitive, as another needy, more desperate moan slipped past her lips as I began to rub and stroke. I matched the movement of my fingers with the movements of my hips into her, fucking her deeper and faster. My pace continued to increase and both our moans became more primal, a clear signal that we both wanted, no, needed this. We had played our dirty little games with each other, or at least, I had with her. Not that she minded, but this was for us, now. This was us communing with each to her in the best, most basic way that required no words, only movement and feeling.

Fitting, then, that words became superfluous and our bodies took over the conversation, translating words into motion and motion into pleasure. My hand gripped her hip once more and drew her closer to me. She moaned in pleasure as she shook in my grip, shuddering as sheer pleasure began to course through her veins. And I... I found myself biting her shoulder as I came hard from the pressure against my clit, and the sense of pride and elation I felt from making us both come. It was nothing short of sheer ecstasy as we cried out together, melting into each other and existing somewhere totally different to this world.

Once we were sated and I disengaged, our purple friend cast aside, I cuddled into her back and placed several soft kisses against her shoulders. Her hands gripped mine, mirroring the way I clung to her body, my arms wrapped around her. Eventually, she turned to face me, and kissed me slowly, passionately, before resting her head on my shoulder and drifting into a sleep of the satisfied.

My Naomi... Such a beautiful woman, and so obedient to my will, which even surprised me, at times. I knew, as I felt her breathing against my neck as she dozed, as I had known for a long time, that we were completely perfect for each other. Somewhere up there, the gods, whoever they were, had seen the two of us and thought 'Yes, these two were meant to be. And so it shall be.'

And I had absolutely no objection to that. Whatsoever.

A/N#2: Everyone still breathing after that, or are you in a post-orgasmic stupor?

(No really, I had one review recently thanking me for that person's morning wank, so I wouldn't be surprised if there are some of you that busy yourselves in that manner while reading.) (Aren't you glad I'm so direct? HAHAHAHA...It's the vodka, I swear.)

Reviews welcome...scribble over to your bottom right and hit post.

Until next time...

~GN~ xo