A/N: It has been a while, hasn't it? Sorry about that... My minecraft addiction has reared its ugly head once more, but as I may have mentioned, or possibly only to someone via PM, I've decided to work on one chapter of a story per week. Anyway, this week it was this story, and as I mentioned on twitter, I had another plot block, so I mused it might be another "when in doubt" chapter, and you know what that means...

Yeah. Cigarette Warning™ time. This chapter is pretty much wall-to-wall, "plot? What plot?!" smutty goodness of the rather graphic worded kind. So if that offends you... BAHAHAHAHA... Well, you've obviously read the preceding 21 chapters of this story, so you can't all be averse to it. :-P

On with the show, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Probably a good thing. Any and all typos were missed by the fine tooth comb.

(Emily POV)

(A few days later - mid-Saturday morning)

I love a good lie in. Honestly, who doesn't? And the best thing about this Saturday morning lie in was who I was sharing it with. The most beautiful blonde woman I had the good fortune to know, and who loved me, much to my absolute gratitude. This morning, like many others, she was wrapped around my body, still dozing as I lay awake, just thinking. It couldn't be more perfect, really... After years of feeling like there was something missing in my life, I felt as complete as I ever had, and I was no more certain of that then I was in these quiet moments, when Naomi was wrapped around me, and a feeling of being whole settled deep inside me. I felt as though nothing could ruin it.

And for the most part, I was right. It was like our world was surrounded in a little protective bubble, we stepped outside of it when we were at work, and crept back into it with each other every time we left the office. Ok, sometimes we indulged it while we were still at the office, but somehow, we managed to restrain ourselves, unless I was in a devious mood, which had taken a back seat lately, thanks to the stress of what had been happening. It was more and more lately that I didn't want to leave our little bubble... It was where I felt safe.

"Are you thinking again?" Naomi's sleepy voice intoned, as she kissed the back of my neck softly.

My hand that lay on top of her arm squeezed it gently. "Good morning." I said. "What makes you say that?"

"Just a hunch." She replied, yawning. "Plus, you've been tracing over my wrist for the past five minutes. You always do that when you're thinking...when you think I'm asleep."

"Oh. I hadn't noticed."

"You ok?" She asked.

I turned over to face her and kissed her softly. "Yeah. Just enjoying the moment." I said, with a small smile. "Did you sleep alright?"

"I always do when I'm with you." She said, snuggling me close. "And I think you..." She added, kissing me slowly. "...need a day where you aren't troubled... And are treated with absolute affection."

"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Mmhmm." She said, with a singular nod. "Starting with breakfast, or at least coffee in bed."

"Aww... But... We're out of milk."

"...Oh. Shit. Well..." She said, with the cutest blush across her cheeks. She kissed the tip of my nose softly. "I'll just have to go out and get some, then." She added, making to get out of bed.

"Noooo..." I said, hugging her close to me, preventing her from moving. Admittedly I whined a bit, but I really enjoyed just being in my bed with her.

"Now, Ems... I won't be gone long!"

I gave her puppy dog eyes. "Pwomise?"

A broad smile graced her lips and her eyes twinkled. "You're so cute when you plead with me." She said. "Yes. I PWOMISE, baby."

I grinned. "Good."

I watched her get out of bed, and throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt. She leaned over me to kiss me goodbye. "You wait right here...I'll be back before you know it." She said, touching her lips to mine.

I kissed her back and slipped my hand up her shirt, cupping her naked breast in my palm. She moaned softly as I lightly pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger. "You'd better be... And don't let anyone get an eyeful." I smirked.

"Never. For your eyes only." She grinned, straightening up and turning around. She gave a delightful little squeak as I just managed to lean far enough to give her a quick spank across the arse, and then I fell back against the pillows and sighed. "Bye, Ems! Love you." She called, as I heard the front door shut.

"Yeah...love you too." I whispered, to no one but myself.

I'd been lying in bed only a few minutes, my eyes closed and not really drifting, but not really thinking, either, when my phone buzzed in the bedside table. I reached for it and opened the text message that I had received.

"My gorgeous redhead had better still be in bed when I get back... ;-) xNaomix"

Cheeky. I typed back a reply.

"And if I'm not? ;-) xEx"

I pressed send and another minute or two later, I got a reply.

"I might just have to... have my way with her... xNaomix"

I raised an eyebrow, and typed another response.

"Oh? What does my beautiful girl have in mind? xEx"

Another few moments and the phone rang, and I answered it. Before I could get a word out, Naomi spoke. "I might not let you leave that bed for the rest of the day." She said, the slightly seductive tone of her voice sending a shiver through me.

"Really, now? Do tell, I'm intrigued..."

A soft chuckle came from her. "I still need to get my revenge on you for last night."

I looked up at the cuffs that were still attached to the headboard, and briefly entertained a flashback in my mind. "Oh... You mean when I had you tied down and spent two hours teasing you with my tongue before I let you come?" I smirked.

"You think you can last that long?" Came her amused reply.

Very...very cheeky.

"Are you challenging me?" I laughed.

"I might be... All I know is I can't get the thought of you out of my head... lying in our bed all alone...stark naked..." She said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm. And I know I fell asleep with your arms wrapped around me last night...before I got a chance to...repay the favour." Her voice was low as she spoke. "It's been a while, Emily... Since I buried my tongue between your folds and made you scream..." She continued, pausing as her words sunk in, finding their way to the pit of my stomach. "I'm walking through the dairy aisle, and all I can think of is the taste of you."

"Jesus."

"Mmm...that's one thing you would say. I really love the way it rolls off your tongue...as mine flicks your clit...when your voice is about to break." She said. "And I know you miss feeling it, too..."

I swallowed. "Uh... Did you really intend to make me coffee?"

Naomi chuckled softly. "That was my original intention, yes. But then my mind wandered as I was walking here, and I thought of you lying in bed..." She mused. "And when I get back...coffee might be somewhat delayed..."

"What ever shall I do in the long...long minutes until you get back, beautiful?"

Another chuckle, this time with an "I know something you don't know" twist to it. "That, my darling Emily, is entirely up to you." She said. "I've just left, baby... I'll be home in less than ten minutes. I love you."

"I love yo-" I paused mid sentence, as I realised I was talking to a dial tone. Cheeky little minx, she is. The thing about Naomi Campbell... Oh, where do I begin? Professionally, she is an excellent lawyer, and a fast learner. I'd seen to it that she had time for her studies, and it had paid off, because at work, she sat in on client meetings more frequently and after the whole Bailey thing, she had begun to work on our standard contract in order to make sure that we were better protected. I'd had every faith in JJ as our lawyer, but Naomi pointed out a few discrepancies that could have been better written. I trusted her, I had no reason to whatsoever. It showed, though, that she loved her job, and genuinely wanted to contribute.

Personally, she was an entirely different human being. She was outspoken about a lot of things, and while most might find it annoying, I found it endearing. She had a passionate mind, as well as a passionate heart, and when it came to things that she found unjust, she didn't hesitate to express her views. There were times when we were together (not wrapped around each other, mind), and I would just watch her. In the moments when she didn't notice that I was watching, every time I did, she became more beautiful to me. The way her eyes would watch television so intently if we were curled up on the sofa together, somehow devouring everything she saw. I think she barely noticed, but I did watch her when she was studying, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose, deep in thought.

Did I mention I have a thing for girls in glasses?

Sometimes she would completely forget she was wearing them, and would wonder why I was staring into her eyes with an amused smile. It wouldn't click until I would reach up and slide the glasses off her, and her eyes would widen just a little, as a light blush covered her cheeks.

I heard the front door close, and the smile that was already on my lips grew instantly wider. I heard the faint sound of the door of the fridge closing, and then heard Naomi's footsteps coming towards our room. My gorgeous blonde lover appeared in the doorway, her hands braced on the frame, and a sneaky smirk on her lips.

"Miss me?" She asked.

"I always do when you are gone..." I replied, shifting to stretch my limbs. I felt Naomi's eyes trailing over the duvet, probably envisioning my nakedness underneath. "Are you thinking dirty...while your eyes roam over me, beautiful?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Indeed I am..."

"Mmm...and what are you going to do about it?"

"Is that a challenge?" She asked, a smirk in place on her lips.

"It might be." I grinned. "Are you up to it?"

Naomi stepped forward, and kneeled at the foot of the bed. "Oh, I think so..." She said, her eyes not leaving mine as her hands slipped under the duvet, and began to caress my feet. "Hands on the headboard." She said, and I raised my eyebrow in question. "Hands...on the headboard." She repeated, her voice coming through a little more stern.

A shiver ran through me. I knew that voice. Naomi's dominant voice. I didn't hear it so often, but when I did, it sent a complete thrill through me that I couldn't quite describe. Nevertheless, I reached up behind my head and grabbed onto the headboard. I then watched as Naomi raised her eyebrows at me, not once, but twice, and then ducked her head under the covers and began to leave soft kisses along my ankles and shins. But her kisses along my calf muscles told me that she had more intent than just mere affection. They were slow...insistent... creeping kisses, moving higher towards my knees, not that I minded, of course... How could I mind?

Her kisses moved higher until her body covered mine, and her lips were at my neck. They sucked at my throat, in that spot she had discovered long ago which sent tingles coursing down my spine and settling between my legs. Her lips distracted me long enough for her to slip the leather cuffs around my wrists securely, and she then pulled back to look at me with a smirk. Her fingertips trailed down my arms, causing me to shiver, blue eyes watching my brown ones as I did so. Then, darkness fell over my vision as she slipped the blindfold that was on the bedside table over my eyes. I exhaled sharply, feeling my heart begin to race beneath my ribs, as her lips softly kissed along my jaw. Kisses that began to trail back down my body, and I felt each and every brush of her lips against my skin, the soft curling of her tongue, and the grip of her teeth around my stiffening nipples, tugging on them just enough to send pulses of pleasurable shock through my body.

She continued further down, and I felt the intake of her breath as she pressed her nose to the skin just below my stomach, inhaling me deeply, and exhaling a groan that was only muffled by the duvet which still lay above the both of us. There was not a second to think about it, as Naomi's tongue slid between my folds, tasting the wetness that I'd felt there since the phone call. And now, I felt every lick, every swipe of her tongue against my sensitive wet skin, every delicately placed nibble of her lips, and every soft moan that slipped from her throat as she enjoyed and savoured me like I was her last meal. As my back arched and my hips rocked towards her tongue, my chest rising and falling with every quickened breath and needy moan that escaped me, I could think of nothing more than the rising pleasure within me.

"Jesus...oh Christ... beautiful..." I brokenly murmured, a shockwave rolling through me. Her hand slipped upwards and gentle fingers gripped my nipple and tugged it just enough as her tongue flicked faster against my clit and the pleasure inside me burst, as did the husky wordless groan from my lips, my wrists straining against the cuffs and my whole body shuddering.

I don't mean to be crude, but if eating pussy was an art form, the gorgeous lawyer who was tasting the copious result of my orgasm had become quite the master at it.

Or...mistress, as it were.

Then, her nose moved up my body, inhaling and exhaling deeply, soft moans of appreciation reaching my ears just a little more apparent with each inch of ground she covered, until her wet lips met mine and with a deep, passionate kiss she painted my tongue with my own arousal. As her lips left mine, she kissed along my jaw to my ear and then whispered low words that sent another electric chill through my panting, recovering body.

"That's just the beginning... I'm not done with you yet."

At once, I felt every inch of her as she moved down my body, and then nothing but the light covering of the duvet above me as she slid off the bed. Because I couldn't see, my sense of hearing was amplified, and I heard the rustling of clothing, and soft footsteps, and then the creak of the oak box in the wardrobe, then seconds later the firm soft thud that signaled its closing. I strained to hear anything further, whatever she was doing was in almost total silence, and before I had time to contemplate it, or the once again growing wetness between my legs, the next sound I heard, and the next sensation I felt was the quick movement of the duvet being pulled off me, followed by the slight contrasting chill in the air of the bedroom against my skin. I couldn't help the arching of my back and the straining of my wrists against the cuffs, nor the soft groan that left me as I felt nearly overloaded by sensation.

I felt Naomi's hands on my ankles, and inhaled sharply as she pushed them up the mattress until my knees bent. The same hands slid up to my knees, and then up my thighs to my hips, and I felt her lips once more against my skin, kissing me, her tongue slipping out to flick my aching nipples, and her fingertips stroking along my shoulders. What's more, I finally felt her naked body against mine, and I arched toward her, desperate for more of her against me.

"More, baby?" She asked, her voice just above a whisper. Without thinking I found myself biting my bottom lip and nodding, though I can assure you I was so turned on I could have begged. And I don't normally make a habit of begging. The wicked chuckle that came from her, however, told me I was in for it, and her next words confirmed it. "Oh, you know what that does to you...and you know it does the same for me. Your wish is my command..."

Naomi's hands firmly grabbed my hips as I felt her shuffling closer to me, and, forgetting I was restrained, I tried to move my hands to reach for her, the resistance making me groan loudly as the tip of the strap-on slid down my swollen, wet, aching clit and further down to slip inside me. I was that wet that it slid in deep almost instantly and I felt myself opening up as it did so, as well as the movement of her hips as she settled against me. Once again she began to kiss across my chest, taking my nipples between her lips and sucking them as her hips pulled backwards and again she thrust into me, and it almost felt as if she managed to go deeper, somehow. It seemed irrelevant, though, as thrust after thrust her movements sped up, and I strained against my bonds, wanting so badly to hold her. A needy moan told her what I craved, and while she didn't release me, her hands did move down my legs, encouraging me to wrap my legs around her hips as they continued to grind and thrust deeper into me. Before long, my ankles were crossed around her arse, pulling her hips deeper and harder into mine as spasms began to shoot through my body and a climax tore through me.

"Don't...stop...fucking me!" I groaned, crossing my legs tighter around her as she sucked hard at my throat, marking me. "Oh god...harder baby..."

"Mmm...demanding, aren't you?" She growled against my skin in a primal way. I knew she wanted to rise to the challenge, and it was evident in the increasing roughness of her thrusts into me. Her breath came in hot, hard pants against my skin and her hand slid up into my hair and gripped it tightly as the two of us moved together. I heard her moans increasing and I knew the two of us were getting close. We reached the point where words became superfluous to the reaction of our bodies to each other. The intensity grew as she fucked me, hitting the most pleasurable of spots, and the pleasure circled low in my stomach, coiling like a spring until it felt as though it snaked around her own with the tensing and shuddering of our bodies. Wordless cries of passion left us both as her hips roughly slammed into mine and the world ceased to exist for a long moment as my vision went white, in spite of the blindfold, and I heard white noise as another climax consumed 2me whole.

Slowly the white noise faded, and I heard the blood pounding in my ears, as well as my own racing heartbeat, conscious of the expansion and contraction of my lungs as I felt the cuffs around my wrist loosening. I felt myself being turned over, and then moaned in exhaustion as Naomi's hands rubbed and stroked over my shoulders, kneading out the tension we had both created. She followed it with soft, tender kisses along my skin, and then slid off me, pulling me onto my side and into her body, wrapping her arms around me.

"Sometimes..." She said, softly. "The lust I have for you is...unimaginably violent."

"I know." I croaked, my voice still recovering. "Mine for you can be the same."

"And love?"

I slid my hand over hers and gripped it tightly. "My love for you is just as strong and passionate." I took her hand and placed it over my heart. "Always, beautiful. Don't forget it."

Naomi kissed the back of my neck, causing me to shiver in her arms, which drew around me tighter. "I love you too, Ems." She whispered, against my skin. "Love you too..."

A/N#2: The "unimaginably violent" line is a paraphrased quote from a play by Harold Pinter. I was googling and came across it (no pun intended) and it didn't quite fit in its original form, so I rejigged it as per my ...erm...needs.

More soon... Reviews are of course, welcome, and devoured hungrily!

Until next time...

~GN~ xo