A/N: Ok, I've spent the past few days working on this, and I'm still not sure it's 100% perfect, but I'm posting it anyway.

I promised you plot, so I wrote some plot, but I couldn't help myself, as per usual, so there's a disciplinary Cigarette Warning™, too. Use it wisely, folks.

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Really. If you haven't seen My Drunk Kitchen on YouTube, your life is not worth living. Any and all typos are a filthy lie!

(Naomi POV)

(A week later)

I was glued to my computer screen, going over the Fitch Holdings standard contract late in the afternoon, when I received a text message.

"My office, now. Have Detective Smith on the phone. xEx"

I got up out of my chair, and put my jacket on, opening my door and crossing the main office. I knocked on Emily's door, and poked my head around it.

"So, what happens now?" Emily asked, talking on the phone. She ushered me into her office with a wave of her hand, and I went to sit down on the sofa. "Uh huh...mmhmm... You cancelled his passport, though, doesn't at technically make him...stateless, or something?" She asked, scribbling on a piece of paper and holding it up.

"THEY FOUND MCCLAIR!" It said. Both my eyebrows raised, and I gave her a thumbs up, which she returned.

"Right...so, how long?" She asked. "I see. Well, thanks for the update, Detective. No, I understand. We look forward to hearing from you soon. Goodbye." She hung up and phone and leaned back against the headrest of her chair, sighing deeply.

"They found him?"

"Border control intercepted him attempting to enter Germany. He's been placed under arrest by German immigration authorities." Emily said.

"That's good, though. It means he can't get any further." I said.

"Yes, but there's a backlog of cases waiting for extradition to England. It could be months before he gets deported."

"Oh." I said. "How bad is the backlog?"

"Smith didn't have too much information. He's liaising with the German police who are in turn liaising with German immigration. They've only just intercepted him last night, so they are in the middle of processing and interviewing him. He is reluctant to talk, so..."

"It's taking longer than necessary."

"Right." She said.

I stood up and crossed the office to sit on the corner of Emily's desk. "Still, they've got him, Ems." I said, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it. "That's one good thing."

"How good a case can you build against him? And Richard." She asked.

I looked at her questioning eyes as they looked up at me. "Richard was released by the police pending our wish to have him charged. I can contact Smith and request that he be charged. He was eventually forthcoming in his confession as to his involvement, so if he is still cooperative, we could keep it out of court altogether. He'll most likely receive a conviction and possible jail time." I explained. "McClair is different. Because he is still in Germany and in immigration custody, his extradition could take a while, depending on the supposed backlog in Germany. Usually they want to expedite matters where Interpol are involved, so it'll take time, but possibly less time than you think. The best news is that they've got him, and it's not a mystery as to where he is anymore."

"I know, but it's still frustrating. I just want this over and done with, you know?"

"I'm aware of that, Emily." I replied. "Richard's testimony has dropped McClair in it. He can't claim innocence. He had motive, and he was also stupid enough to use his own email account and phone to deal with Richard in the first place. Conspiracy with Richard to commit fraud... Plus he had motive when he lost his job with Bailey. Also the false bank account with the Swiss bank, which I'm not even sure how he opened, so there's probably further fraud there, maybe even identity theft, or at least using a false name. As it's been used for identity fraud, it's quite serious. He's screwed, Em. If he was smarter, he wouldn't have left a trail to be followed."

Emily nodded. "You're right. We've got the money back in our account, McClair's been found...I shouldn't stress over it so much." She said.

"Exactly." I replied. "It'll take time, but he's not going to get away with it, baby. I've got the evidence together, and whatever I haven't got yet is in the pipeline. He's going down."

"Something to celebrate, then." Emily smirked.

"Oh? And how did you want to celebrate that? Bit premature for champagne and a vacation, isn't it?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

Emily laughed. "Well, yes...but I was thinking a spot of light dinner and then taking you home to have my way with you." She grinned back.

I swallowed as I felt my stomach clench, in that way it does when Emily happens to suggest having her way with me. It never fails. Ever.

"Oh, beautiful...you look like a deer in headlights!" She chuckled, getting to her feet and kissing me slowly. "It's so very sexy. And so are you."

I felt heat in my cheeks as I began to blush. "Emily..." I said.

"I know...not in the office." She pouted. "So...how about we finish up for the day and I take you to dinner...and then home?"

My brow furrowed. "Dinner is a ruse...you just want to take me home and fuck me. And I bet, if I let you, you'd fuck me right here and now!" I said, as she linked her hands behind my neck, leaning up again to kiss me slowly. My hands slid to her waist and pulled her closer to me, my body close to overruling the common sense in my head. My hands linked behind her back and held her close. "Devious."

She gave another low chuckle. "Yes." She said, huskily. "Can you blame me, though? I mean...have you seen you?"

I laughed. "Oh, you're terrible." I said, kissing her softly.

"Maybe...but I love you, so..."

"Ok...let's get out of here, then. Before I lose my self control and let you take me over your desk."

"Ooh, so tempting!" She grinned, her eyes twinkling.

I pushed her backwards and wriggled out of her arms. "I've got to shut down my computer. Meet you in the lobby in a few?" I asked, sliding off her desk.

"Done." Emily nodded, smacking my arse as I went past her.

"OI!" I laughed, feeling a slight thrill creep up my spine. "I'll get you back for that, Fitch."

She smirked and raised her eyebrow at me. "Oh yeah?" She said, in a sly tone. "We shall see about that, beautiful."

I felt myself blushing as I exited her office, feeling butterflies of nervousness inside me. But the good nervousness...definitely. Her name for me always had the effect of turning me into the sort of gooey mush that rendered me speechless.

When I got back into my own office, the phone on my desk was ringing, so I picked it up. "Naomi Campbell speaking?"

"Naomi, it's Cath...I've got Detective Smith on the line."

"Oh, right...put him through." I replied, hearing the noise on the line change to a much noisier background. "Detective Smith, it's Naomi. What can I do for you?"

"Sorry to call again, I was just speaking with Emily about ten minutes ago." The Detective said.

"Yes, I'm aware, she informed me that McClair has been found?"

"That's correct, he's in the custody of German authorities. They've just called me with some further information that I thought you needed to be aware of."

"Oh?" I asked.

"It appears it goes deeper than just the embezzlement. He gave a home address on the outskirts of London, and we've sent a car around there to gain entry to the property. According to my contact at the German border, they searched the belongings he had with him, and found some photos that were taken."

I sat down in my chair. "Photos?"

"Naomi... What exactly is your relationship with Emily?" The Detective asked. "One person to another, I don't actually care, per se, it's none of my business what people do, it's just... He's taken some photos of the two of you that may not be taken favourably in court."

I swallowed. "Uh...What sort of... photos?"

"Just of the two of you together while out and about. I've been informed that the two of you look rather...close."

I sighed. "Well, that is true, we are in a relationship. I also work for her company."

"I see."

"That could be a problem, couldn't it?" I asked.

"It doesn't look good, no. At least not from a legal standpoint, and I don't think I need to tell you that. Conflict of interest, and all."

"I know." I said.

"Listen, I know you've got Emily's best interests at heart. I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, nor how to run your life, but..."

"I should probably get some help with the legal side." I said. "That's essentially what you're saying."

"It might be advisable. I'm not saying you're not a competent lawyer, Naomi, you were obviously good enough to defend Emily's company against Bailey, but McClair, by all descriptions I've received from the German fuzz, is pretty pissed off at the both of you. It could get messy."

"He's already tried bad mouthing Emily's company." I said. "And ripped her off, causing her a fair amount of stress. How much worse could it get?"

"Fitch Holdings is a young company, from what Emily said...still trying to make its proper mark, yes? McClair knows people, from what Richard told us. And I read the judgement in the Bailey case, so I know he's not above trying to smear her reputation." He explained.

"Emily has said business has been down lately...she already suspects he's talked a bit." I admitted. "There's not much he can say from a German prison cell, though."

"True. Listen, I have to go, but...you should discuss this with Emily. And think carefully about how you proceed."

"I understand. Oh, speaking of proceeding... With regards to Richard... Are we still able to have him charged?"

"Of course, if that's what you wish to do."

"Yes, we think that would be an appropriate course of action. We know he was acting under McClair's orders, but he's still complicit in the embezzlement."

"Mmhmm. I can have the director of prosecutions contacted and set that in motion." The Detective replied. "I assume you'll want McClair charged, as well?"

I exhaled slowly. "Yes, but not for my sake. For Emily's. It's her that he meant to hurt, whether it was financially or personally. I'm just the person who wants what's best for her. I just have to figure out how I'm going to explain what you've just told me to her... She's not going to be happy about it. Neither am I."

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news."

"Oh, don't be. You're just doing your job, I understand." I told him.

"Right, I've really got to go. I'll update you soon...most likely tomorrow."

"Thanks again, Detective."

"Bye, Naomi." He said, ending the call.

I ran my hands through my hair. "Bollocks." I muttered, as my head hit the desk.

"Something wrong, beautiful?" I heard from the doorway, causing me to sit bolt upright. Emily leaned against the doorway looking at me curiously, her briefcase in one hand at her side. "I've been waiting in the lobby for the past five minutes..."

I nodded. "Close the door."

She stepped into my office, closed the door behind her, and went to sit on the sofa in the corner. "What is it?"

I stood up. "I've just had Detective Smith on the phone again. He had some more info, and it's not good."

"What now?" Emily asked, her brow furrowing.

"McClair has photos... of the two of us together. The German authorities searched his belongings and found them. They also got his address here in London out of him, so Smith has sent officers around to search the place." I explained.

Emily frowned. "That bastard has photos of us?"

I nodded. "Apparently of the two of us together while out and about. The Detective said according to the German police we look rather close. Smith asked me whether we were together."

"Did you tell him?"

"I wasn't going to lie, Emily." I said. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "It's not your fault."

"No, but it doesn't look good. Also according to the German police, McClair is pissed off with the both of us."

"Because you and I are together?"

I shrugged. "I think because the ruling against Bailey got him fired. He's apparently still holding a grudge, which is probably why he conspired with Richard and stole the money from the company. But from what the Germans have told Smith... He knows a few people in the industry. Which would explain why business hasn't been good since the judgement."

"That bad mouthing little cunt!" Emily muttered.

"It appears that way." I said. "Anyway, I told Smith to have Richard charged. McClair, too. However..." I said, trailing off.

"What? Tell me, beautiful."

"It's for your purposes, not mine. He hurt you. Not physically, but he caused you stress that you didn't need. It makes me angry that he felt the need to do that. But... Smith said that because of the photos he took, it might not be a good idea for me to represent you."

"But, you're my company's lawyer, Naomi." Emily said.

"Yes, but I'm also your lover, Emily." I said. "And while it's not essentially illegal, it's frowned upon. It's seen as a conflict of interest on my part, and it could backfire. McClair's defence could get nasty and use it against you. In fact, he seems to particularly hate you, so I'd probably count on it."

Emily looked at me with sadness in her eyes. "So...what do we do?"

"It's a conflict of interest issue, Em, like I said...plain and simple. It can get really messy, and I want to avoid that. I'm going to call Charles Dewey tomorrow and call in a favour... see if one of my old colleagues can help, or if he can recommend someone." I said. "If we want any chance of getting McClair put away for a while, it's best that I don't defend you in this case."

"Christ. What about other cases?" Emily asked.

"It shouldn't make a difference to anything else that comes up, because that'll be purely business. But... McClair's just made it sticky by bringing our relationship into it. I wish he hadn't, but he's obviously a shiftier fucker than we took him for." I explained. "Believe me, Emily, I'm as angry about this as you are."

"I'm not angry." She said, stiffly.

I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet mine. "Yes, you are. You're livid. You can't fool me, Emily. I know you too well. And you know me better than that."

Her eyes fluttered closed and she exhaled a shuddering sigh. "Right. I forgot." She mumbled.

I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms tight around her. "We will be ok, Em. I promise. You know it makes better sense for me not to represent you. I'll still be on your team, yeah? Just as co-counsel."

Her arms gripped me tightly. "Yeah, I know." She said, whispering. "I just wish you could put your talent to good use. You're awesome in court."

I blushed. "Well, thank you."

Emily sighed. "I could beat the living shite out of him."

"McClair?"

"Yes. Fucking with my business is one thing...but invading my privacy...our privacy..." She replied. "It just makes me so damned angry." She laid her head on my shoulder, her hand gripping at my jacket tightly. We remained in each other's arms for a while, until Emily felt a little calmer, and about ten minutes later, we were leaving the building, her hand in mine. I had slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, and Emily had her briefcase in her free hand, as we walked towards the taxi stand.

"Anywhere in particular you would like to go, beautiful?" Emily asked me.

"That depends...what are your plans for later? Am I going to require stamina?" I smirked.

"Cheeky." She grinned back. "I might just have to discipline you after all..."

"Is that a threat, or a promise?" I asked, stopping in front of the stand and turning to face her. I was met with another of Emily's devious smirks. She simply raised an eyebrow at me, and as she did, I felt heat flooding my body, and as it did, I know my grip on her hand became tighter. "Can we j-just skip it and...uh...go s-straight h-home?" I muttered.

Emily leaned up and kissed me slowly. "Is that what you want?" She asked, softly.

"God, yes." I replied, breathless.

A taxi pulled up and Emily opened the door, stepping aside to let me in first, sliding onto the back seat next to me. "Corbett Road." She told the driver, and he pulled away from the kerb.

"I don't know about you..." Emily said, as she shut the front door behind us. "But...I could use a drink after today." She placed her briefcase by the door, kicked off her shoes, and walked into the kitchen. "Do you want one?" She asked, as I sat on the sofa after taking off my jacket.

"Wine, or vodka?"

"I meant a real drink, beautiful." She replied, coming into the sitting with two whisky glasses half filled with ice. She set them down and unscrewed the cap on the bottle of Absolut, pouring us both a large equal measure. She lifted her glass and swirled its contents before taking a long sip. I lifted mine and, like Emily, took a sip of the cool liquid. I felt her hand slip into mine and squeeze gently. Her thumb grazed across my own.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Emily finished the rest of the vodka in her glass and swallowed, rolling her shoulders backwards and letting her head fall backwards. "I've felt better." She said, reaching to pour another glass of vodka. "I don't get why that wanker McClair has it in for me."

"Emily..." I said, pulling her close to me. Her body settled against mine as she lifted her legs onto the sofa, tucking them underneath her. "Let's not worry about that now, ok? It's you who says leave work at the office..."

She sighed and rested her head in my shoulder. "I know. I'm sorry, beautiful."

"No need." I said, leaning my head against hers. "It plays on your mind, as it does mine."

"Mmm, I'd much rather play with you..."

A smile crossed my lips. "Oh, I know. What was it you said before I left your office?"

"I believe it was something along the lines of taking you home and having my way with you..." She sighed, her tone both dreamy and a little devious. She shifted until she was straddled across my lap, took the glass from my hand and placed it on the coffee table. She turned back to me and took my face in her hands, placing her lips against mine and kissing me slowly. Her head leaned against mine as she stroked her fingers down my cheek. "Believe me, I want to." She said, huskily. Her lips once more met mine in a deep kiss, and soon the world just seemed to melt away completely. My fingers reached up and threaded through her hair as her tongue slid against mine, her fingers unbuttoning my shirt.

Her lips separated from mine and began to kiss down my neck, alternating with soft flicks of her tongue as I breathed shallow against her ear. I moaned softly as she began to suck against the sensitive spot on my neck that she knew so well, her palm pushing against my bra clad breast, her thumb rubbing against my clothed nipple. Her soft groan joined mine as the friction of her thumb made me arch towards her and I unbuttoned her shirt as her other hand slid into my hair, pulling my head backwards slightly. "Beautiful..." She murmured, against my skin. "Come to bed...relieve some stress with me?"

Her eyes met mine and I saw the devious lust in them that I knew was building inside the both of us. I nodded slowly, and felt a loss of contact as Emily lifted herself up off me and pulled me up off the sofa, leading me to our bed. She pushed me gently backwards, and straddled my hips, leaning over me and as I pulled her down on top of me, her lips attached themselves to mine in another deep, long kiss as I pulled her shirt off her shoulders. I felt her lips on my throat again, and moaned, the suction of her kiss working its way down between my thighs almost instantly.

The thing about mine and Emily's relationship... It exists on so many levels. We work well together, both personally, and professionally. Our working relationship has become solid, she is fantastic to work for, full of interesting marketing ideas, and a great boss. Moving into her flat was just a natural progression, seeing as I already spent so much time there, and it felt more right than I thought it would. It was already home to me. It was good being around her. As she promised, she gave me space when I needed to study, and while the two of us still had a very healthy sex life, there were some nights where we just fell into bed, wrapped around each other, content to just talk about everything and nothing until we drifted off to sleep. That's not to say that we were complete saints. Because obviously, we weren't. There were times when we went home and Emily had her way with me. Or I had my way with her. Naked, sweaty, sometimes tied up, sometimes not...you get the picture...or do I need to draw you a clearer diagram?

Anyway... I was finding out more what I liked, and I have to say... Being restrained? Yep...a definite crowd pleaser in the Campbell world. There is definitely something about relinquishing your control to someone else, and letting them be in charge of your pleasure. And being spanked? That was something that the very thought of sent shivers down my spine. If you detach it from the thought of it being punishment... It becomes about sensation. No one can really express how or why something gets them off... And for me it's the same, mostly. Being spanked is... It's a thrill. I don't associate it with punishment, certainly not. My mother never spanked me as a child, so it wasn't an issue of parental discipline, or lack of.

No, this was about sensation, pure and simple. I'm sure that thousands of research hours by several highly qualified scientists have gone into the hows, whys and wherefores of it, but let me tell you how it is. When Emily spanks me, it feels good. There are thousands of hours of research probably dedicated to why we do it, but what if it's something that can't be explained properly, unless you know yourself? It's adrenaline, excitement, arousal, all rolled into one thing that has no real definition. It's a feeling...an emotion that has no word to attach to it. Emily and I shared a bond that to anyone else looked to be...well, I don't know, do I? I don't know how other people perceive us, and it doesn't really matter to me. What matters to me is Emily, and how we interact with each other.

I found myself once more tied up and more or less spread-eagled under Emily's attention. The thing was, I liked it. Really. I loved any attention she gave to me, but somehow, this was so far above everything else... It didn't make any sense to me when I was in a logical state, but this...this was my body overriding what my mind thought, and what the body wanted never made sense to what the mind wanted. It was like addiction, in some ways. My body knew when it wanted her...needed her. And right now, my body wanted and needed something that spoke of feeling as well as emotion.

"Fuck me." I muttered, as she hovered above me.

"Are you sure...?" She whispered, in my ear.

"Yes." I groaned, my body flexing under her as she was positioned, straddled above me. "Please... I need you."

Emily sat up and pulled me up so that I was sitting, and slid my shirt off my shoulders, and then pushed my bra up over my tits, and before I could blink, she had shuffled me upwards until my hands met the bed head, and restrained me to it...with my bra, flipping me over so I was lying on my stomach. I felt myself becoming wetter as she kissed her way down my spine. Her hands reached for the zip on my skirt, and then I felt it and my knickers being pulled down my hips and off my legs. I squirmed a little, feeling an electric sensation running through me as my eyes focused on the way my hands were restrained.

Improvise, Emily always told me.

Just as I was thinking on that, I felt her hands sliding up my thighs to my hips, and then her lips trailing up my spine and then across my shoulders. "You're so much sexier when you're naked, beautiful." She whispered, sending shivers up the same spine that she had kissed along. "Does my girl want me to have my devious way with her?" She asked, trailing more kisses across my shoulders.

"God, yes..." I replied, barely audible.

"Mmm...and how exactly... Do you want me to tease you?" She asked, sucking once more in my neck. Her fingers slid lightly up and down my sides, making me squirm more. "Tell me what you need, my beautiful girl..."

"Y-you mentioned..." I said, before clearing my throat nervously.

Emily slid her hands across my back. "Come on, beautiful... Don't be nervous." She said, gently.

I swallowed. "You m-mentioned discipline. Were you serious?" I asked, turning my head slightly.

She kissed along the line of my jaw. "Oh, I'm always serious when it comes to sex, beautiful." The cheeky huskiness of her voice tickled my ear. "Would you like me to spank you?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Why?" She asked, as she went back to kissing across my shoulders.

"What?" I heard myself ask.

"Tell me why... I've never asked, and I want to know."

I hesitated for a moment. "It's nothing bad..."

"I've never thought it was."

"It's... The sensation. It feels good." I said. "It's... God..."

"It's hard to describe, isn't it?" She asked, shifting down my thighs slightly and sitting up, her fingertips sliding down my spine gently. "It's one of those things that has..."

"...no proper explanation." I said, finishing her sentence.

Her hand met my arse, spanking it quickly, and then rubbing it softly. "Some things just have no words to explain them, beautiful." She said, spanking me again on the other side. I squirmed and groaned softly. "It doesn't make you weird. It doesn't make you strange." Another spank on either side of my arse, and I felt my stomach tighten. I exhaled a deep breath as her hand rubbed my skin to soothe it. "Did you ever think about being spanked before you met me?" She asked, spanking me a little harder.

I whimpered softly. "I...fuck...thought about a lot of things...before we met..." I said, thickly.

Emily chuckled softly, and spanked me again, twice in either side of my arse, rubbing my skin. It was beginning to tingle, and her fingers stroking my skin felt just as good as the contrasting spanks. "Oh, I bet you did. I can just picture you lying in your bed, your hands running over your warm skin, sliding between your legs and playing with yourself until you come..." She spanked my arse harder, over and again, causing me to groan and squirm under her. "You were a naughty girl, were you not?" She purred, rubbing her hands over the thoroughly warmed cheeks of my arse.

"Oh yes..." I moaned, my body flexing of its own accord as the sensations sent pleasurable shockwaves through me. "You know I was..."

"What we do when alone is one thing, but finding someone we can do those things with... is something else..." Emily's voice faded away as her fingers slid inside my wetness and splayed apart until I shivered, hearing myself groan, but not feeling it. I could tell you that all I felt was my bra around my wrists, and the way that it was holding me. But that's not entirely true, I did also feel Emily's fingers inside me, but they were secondary to the restraint that I felt, the tingling sensation of my warmed skin, and it was liberating. Liberating, because as a lawyer, I was always in control when I was working, I had to be, cross examining people and such... Even research required my mind to be in control. But now, every sense of control I was forced to have in my job was relinquished to Emily, and right now, she was in control of me... And that didn't alarm me one bit. It felt totally right in this moment. In this moment where Emily was on top of me, stroking her fingertips up and down my back with one hand, across my warmed arse and thrusting into me with the other. I knew she had me. And I felt safe. The relationship we have is symbiotic. She depends on me, as much as I depend on her. Never before have I felt so safe and so out of control in the same moment. It's as strange as it is addictive...

"Emily...please..." I begged, feeling her fingers twist inside me. They began to thrust and my muscles clenched around them as her hand resumed spanking my arse alternately on each cheek. I moaned loudly and squirmed harder, never having felt the two at once before, and instantly, unashamedly enjoying it immensely. Her thumb found it's way to my swollen clit and rubbed it, my hips rocking towards the intrusion of her fingers as the arousal I was feeling began its climb towards the inevitable peak. "Fuck! Oh god..." I muttered desperately, crying out again as Emily spanked me again. My body stiffened as the orgasm tore its way through me, and I shuddered as her fingers buried themselves inside me and splayed once more.

As I fought to catch my breath, Emily's fingers slipped out of me and I felt kisses sliding up my spine, and then felt one of her arms slide around my stomach, and then her fingers slipping between my lips, which I eagerly licked clean. I felt the restraint loosen from around my wrist as her fingers slid from my lips, and my hand groped for hers. Her hand covered mine and gripped it tightly, in fact her whole body appeared to grip mine in a tight embrace. "Are you ok?" She asked, her voice soft in my ear.

"Yeah..." I whispered, after exhaling a long breath.

"You know how much I love you?" She asked.

"Mmhmm."

"I want to love and protect you, beautiful. You mean everything to me." She said, sliding off me. I turned onto my side and she snuggled into me, pulling me in close to her. "Please... don't ever forget that. No matter what we do."

"I don't...and I won't." I replied, squeezing her closer. "I love you so deeply, Emily. Sometimes... I don't have words for it. It defies description, and I fall more in love with you every day."

"I know. Because it's the same for me."

I kissed her slowly. "You make me happy. I've never been this happy before. You're my perfect fit."

"As you are mine, beautiful." Her head nestled into my chest, and her fingertips tangled into the ends of my hair as she kissed my skin softly. "Are you hungry?"

"No..." I replied. "I'm perfectly content to just lie here with you."

"Me too." Emily said, her fingers gently stroking my spine.

We lay there together for a long time...just talking, trading kisses and other loving gestures. Eventually, we both got a little chilly, and Emily insisted we get under the duvet, at which point she snuggled back into me and slowly stroked her fingers down my cheek.

"Did I tell you how much I love you?" She whispered, softly.

"Yes... But you can tell me again. I never tire of hearing it." I replied.

She kissed softly along the line of my jaw. "I...love...you...so much." She whispered. "I always will. I can't bear to think of being without you."

"Me either." I said, pulling her closer to me. I leaned my head against hers and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, the scent of her filling my senses. I slowly exhaled again.

"Are you alright?"

A smile crossed my lips. "Oh, yes. Very much so."

A soft kiss landed on my nose. "Good. We should rest now."

"Mmm...I have no plan to go anywhere else..."

A/N#2: That Freddie is a shifty cunt, isn't he? Hmm...

More soon. I am trying to get around to updating other things, too. I recently updated Thrust Industries and She Slays Me With Words, for those of you who were hanging out for an update there.

Reviews welcome... You know what to do!

Until next time...

~GN~ xo