A/N: I am so sorry this chapter took so long. I started writing it more than two weeks ago. Things happened, and...meh, you don't want to hear it, and I'd rather just forget, at this point.

For once, this wasn't an easy chapter to write, which is ridiculous, because it has been pointed out to me that I write a lot of it. But... It wasn't really my fault. It took me literally two weeks to not write this chapter very, very differently, because it wasn't how I wanted the chapter to be. Sometimes you get frustrated, and feel like you want to be brutal, almost violent, because your life just sucks royally, and you (not for the first time) feel completely fucked over, and you know it shouldn't, but it hurts anyway. But... that isn't the tone of this story, and I didn't want this chapter to be that. Anyway... Have a Cigarette Warning™, all the same, yeah? Smoke one extra for me if you must...

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Thank Christ for that. Sorry if I've confused anyone. Typos are mine, as per...

(Naomi POV)

I've always thought of myself as a passionate person. Passionate about the subjects I was well read in, passionate about the law, and fighting for justice. But I realise that sort of passion is minor when compared to the passion you can feel for another person. It was something unknown to me, until very early on in my relationship with Emily, and we had spent the weekend together in Wales. Although, if the truth were to be told, it wasn't until we had parted ways at the station in Cardiff that it had really become obvious to me.

Maybe it was the phone call we had shared on the train, when my phone went flat and she had me do something as brazen as pressing my naked tits against the window of the carriage. Or perhaps the sense of longing that completely gripped me everywhere in my being, and the sense of loss when my phone ran itself flat and we were cut off mid-conversation. The way the sound of her distraught voice tugged at my heart when she called me in tears, and there was nothing I wanted to do more than to take her into my arms at that second and embrace the pain away...even though I was miles from her and could only soothe her with simple words.

Now, as I lie here next to her naked, our legs entwined and her fingers softly caressing my cheek as she kisses me, I wonder how I've ever existed in a world where she hasn't been part of my life. She leans closer and kisses me softly, a stark contrast to previous moments, when she bit into my shoulder as I fucked her to a third orgasm. She kissed along my shoulder to the teeth marks she had left behind, and licked them softly.

"Should I be proud that you bit me?"

A soft laugh reached my ears. "Oh, I should think so, beautiful. No one has ever made me do that before..."

I grinned. "I think I will be proud, then. I'll wear it like a badge of honour..."

Her tongue slipped out to flick across the marks, and I sighed, happily. "So today is about me?" She said, her voice a soft, husky half whisper against my ear.

"Definitely." I replied.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because you deserve it. And because I love you so much I feel as though each day I spend with you, no matter how we do it, is never enough time... I always want more of you."

"Oh, Naoms..." Emily said, kissing my shoulder once more. "I always want more of you too, you know that."

"Yes. Sometimes I wonder if it's enough for the both of us, though." I said. "This love we have... It's all-consuming, don't you think?"

There was a short pause before she spoke. "Yes. It IS all-consuming. It's like I want to drown myself in you, and never...ever come out again." She said. "But even so... I love you so...completely. I want all of you, all at once."

"Mmm..." I kissed along her collarbones, from one shoulder to the other. My fingertips traced over her chest, and the curve of each of her breasts so lightly that she shivered. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes stared back at me, widening slightly as my fingers closed around a nipple and tugged gently. Her body tensed, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. "Oh?"

"Do that again..." Emily said, her voice light and breathless. I reached across to her other nipple and repeated the action, watching as her body tensed again, her back arching upwards.

I straddled her hips and looked down at her, brown eyes staring up at me with curious want. "Maybe if I..." I said, stroking both her hardening nipples between my fingers at once, sweeping her eyes close and hearing the soft moan of satisfaction that left her. Slowly, I rubbed my thumbs across them, feeling them harden proper under my touch. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body squirmed just a little. "Oh, you do like this, don't you?" I asked, rolling them again between my fingers.

"Mmhmm..." She murmured.

I leaned down and kissed her, slow and sensuous, as I continued my rubbing of her nipples, slipping my tongue between her lips. "I learn something new about you almost every time we are together..." I looked into her eyes, noting the hunger in them. I gripped her nipples just a little harder between my fingertips. "It's so tempting to tie you up again..."

"Why don't you, then?" Emily countered.

I raised my eyebrow, and slid my hands up her arms to her wrists. One by one, I set about placing her wrists into the cuffs that had been more or less permanently attached to the headboard of Emily's...our bed, for weeks now. I leaned down and kissed her slowly...deeply. "I love you so much, you know..." I whispered, my lips grazing against her own.

Her reply was light and breathy. "Oh, I know..."

I kissed her deeply, and then ever so slowly, dragged my lips from hers, her head lifting off the pillow to follow me. "Ah-ah... Patience." I said, giving her a sly smirk. I began to leave slow, soft kisses down her throat, and followed an invisible path down her chest, first to one nipple, letting my tongue curl around the stiff peak and then tugging it with my teeth and sucking it between my lips, then licking a slow trail across to the other and repeating the action. I followed it with a path of kisses down her stomach, to just below her navel. I looked upwards, my eyes meeting hers with another sly smirk as I slid off the bed and got to my feet. "Close your eyes." I said, my voice a half tone lower. I watched as her eyelids fell shut, and without saying another word, I got off the bed and got to my feet. Silently, I went to the side of the bed and reached for the blindfold, placing it over her eyes and lifting her head to secure it behind her. I gently lay her head back down, and lightly ran my fingertips from the base of her throat down to just below her navel and back up again, watching as her back arched upwards. I removed my touch and watched her settle, then turned around to the oak box at the foot of the wardrobe, hearing the squeak as I opened the lid.

Let me explain about Emily's box of tricks... It was true there were many items in there that I'd become intimately acquainted with, everything from quick release steel handcuffs, to the purple strap on, to the high speed vibrator I'd never used on her myself, but that she had used all over my body that one night to turn me into a quivering orgasmic wreck. I swear, all points south of my stomach clenched at the memory. There was the wand with the feathers on one end, and the pinwheel on the other, the memory of that sensation making me shiver and tingle between my thighs, just a little more. There was a set of leather strapping held together with black rope, the same that Emily had once wound around my stomach and ankles and then proceeded to very intensely have her way with me, not that I was complaining at all. There was the vibrating egg and remote that she had teased me with at work, deviously dirty minded as she is. There were also a few things that she had never even mentioned to me, like a three inch, teardrop shaped plug with a ring in the end that was made of dark glass. It was cool to the touch, and when I held it up to the light, I could see that it was not black like it seemed at first glance, but darkish purple. It was in a clear plastic bag with a drawstring, and a bottle of lubricant.

Curious... Though I was fairly sure I knew what it was for, even though the two of us had never ventured into that territory before. I made a mental note to ask her about it, later, as the fingers that tapped on my thigh reached into the box and settled on a roll of black tape, and some ear plugs, once again hearing the squeak of the hinge as I closed the box. I stood and turned back to Emily, whose chest was steadily rising and falling. I straddled her once more, holding the roll of tape in my hands, a sense of anticipation settling in my stomach as her body flexed under mine. I placed my hand in the middle of her torso, my fingers spread out, placing light pressure on her skin, just to let her know I was there.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, the low husk in her voice showing the need she was feeling.

I chuckled softly. "Mmm, now that would be telling..." I said. "I think, though...that you need a little more sensory deprivation..." I added, very slowly taking the end of the tape off the roll and very closely watching her lips as they parted a little. She bit her bottom lip as the tearing sound of the tape alerted her to what I was doing, and once I had enough, I tore it easily from the roll and placed it under her head, securing it over her lips to a very soft whimper of reply. The tape was made of cloth, similar to gaffer's tape, though with an adhesive that didn't stick to the skin, but stuck to itself... Bondage tape, it was called. Emily's wrists strained lightly against the cuffs as her body once more arched towards me. I leaned over her and kissed up her neck to her ear. "Shhh...don't worry, baby...I've got you...completely at my mercy." I whispered, before slipping one of the earplugs into her ear, and then plugging the other in the same manner. I pulled back to watch her brow furrowing, and then relaxing again, and I could tell her mind was running with curiosity about what I was about to do.

Then, I began. With my fingertips, I traced patterns across her shoulders, down her chest, around her nipples. I then followed those same patterns with my tongue, and I spent a good few long minutes drawing muffled murmurs, sighs and groans from my lover as I flicked, licked, sucked and nibbled at those very same nipples, that were rock hard and swollen for my touch. I could feel her hips begin to rock under mine, and I knew full well that she needed me to touch her elsewhere, but I didn't. I wouldn't... Not yet. No, I was wanting to see exactly how far I could take it, and from the rapid state of her breathing, the intensity of her groaning and the creaking of the leather that held her in place, I knew that was going to be somewhere wonderful. Her body was shivering and squirming under me as I continued to lavish attention on her nipples, squeezing, pinching, rubbing... and with one final tensing of her body, she began to shudder under me. The pitch and frequency of her muffled moans that turned into whimpers as her body spasmed involuntarily under mine, told me that she had experienced a different kind of intensity that resulted in a most pleasurable orgasm.

I couldn't stop touching her, but I knew it was too intense for her, so I reached up with one hand and stroked my fingertips through her fringe softly, leaning up to kiss her forehead. Again, she whimpered softly in appreciation as I did so, relishing the comfort of my soft touch. Her head lifted off the pillow as my fingers moved away from her fringe, and I softly kissed her nose, her cheeks, and then trailed kisses down her throat, between her breasts, and shifted down her body until I was situated between her spread knees that I had pushed up. Again, I took my time kissing and nibbling her skin, the scent of her arousal more intoxicating the closer I got to the top of her thighs. I stroked her skin with my fingers, hearing her rapid breaths continue to build once more, and her whimpers as I teased her bit by bit, moving close to her centre, and then back down her thighs. Undoubtedly, her increasing whimpers of frustration brought a wicked smirk to my lips, as did the sight of her glistening wetness that showed no sign of dissipating.

A good thirty minutes I teased her like that, her body squirming under me so much that I knew if she could actually verbalise it, she would have been flat out begging me to touch her. I settled myself between her thighs, and ran my knuckles against her centre, feeling the slickness of her arousal coat them. Her back arched as I continued to play my fingers along her folds, knowing exactly how sensitive it must have felt to her, if her soft groaning was anything to go by. She was swollen and so ready, that another completely involuntary shiver ran through her as I nudged the tip of my finger between her folds and grazed it against the tip of her aroused clit. A desperate, but muffled groan accompanied the movement of her body, and she continued to flex and squirm as I touched her, teasing her further still, her hips rolling against the motion of my finger. I continued until she was just beginning to spasm, and then removed my finger completely, to another frustrated groan from her.

Oh, if only she could have seen the devious grin on my face. The dominant feeling I felt inside me, along with the understanding of why Emily played the way she did. She was understanding my perspective of this, and I hers... True, it was one thing for Emily to be in control of my pleasure, but it was entirely something else for me to be at the control of hers. It wasn't just one thing about it, it was all of it. The beauty of the flex of her body, knowing it was making her mind swim as much as her body squirmed, and the total headspace involvement for both of us as we united ourselves in something that was both so simple and so complex all at once. No wonder this had so much appeal for the both of us, it was really quite powerful, no matter what role we were taking.

I spread her open and blew a soft breath over her copious wetness, and she groaned once more. I inhaled her scent, and moaned softly myself, leaning forwards and flicking my tongue against her clit. Her body tensed under me again, in fact, so much that she nearly pushed me off, and I held her down more firmly as I began to lick and tease around her swollen clit with my tongue. While it was true that Emily is the only woman I've ever tasted, other than myself, it was something I never tired of. It was heaven, sweetness and beauty all in one, and so distinctly her that I was unable to resist. My tongue swiped, licked and lapped at her while she shook under me, her quickening moans telling me all I needed to know about the pleasure she felt, with every explosion of it under me.

Her body flexed, writhed and bucked under me as I tasted every inch of her wetness, leaving nothing untouched with my tongue. Finally, to a deep, but still muffled groan from her, I slipped two of my fingers inside her soaking wet core, feeling her spasm around them as I flicked my tongue rapidly against her clit once more. With the determination of wanting to make her come one last time, I thrust them inside her, twisting and curving them eagerly as we moved in sync with each other. I rubbed my fingers against the spot inside her that sent her body almost completely rigid, the leather of the cuffs creaking as she strained once again to reach for me, and I heard her muffled scream from under the tape as her body shook uncontrollably, right before she went totally limp under my attentions.

I slid my fingers from her, and kissed her clit one last time before trailing more kisses up her body. When I reached her neck, I also reached for the tape and gently peeled it from her lips, slipping my fingers between them before she had a chance to speak. She moaned as she tasted herself all over them, and I let her lick them clean as I sucked right above her pulse, marking her. I kissed up to her ear, and tugged the earplug with my teeth until it popped out. "I love you." I whispered, and she gave an exhausted groan in reply that was muffled by my fingers. I took the blindfold off her eyes, which were half lidded and completely out of focus. I removed my fingers from between her lips and reached up to unbuckle the cuffs as she left lazy kisses across my chest.

My lips met hers and she kissed me with so much hungry need, and her fingers curled around my neck as I kissed down her throat, my naked skin settling against her hot, yet shivering body. Her fingers gripped me tightly, and I felt her heart beating fast against my own chest as she breathed hard. "My beautiful, beautiful girl..." She murmured against my cheek.

"Are you ok?" I whispered, kissing her cheeks as my fingertips kneaded across her shoulders.

"Mmhmm..." She groaned.

I placed soft kisses against her ear. "I don't think I can ever get enough of you..." I whispered. "You are too much...and not enough...all at once. I lose my mind when I am around you. I want you...then I want more of you." I slid off her body and lay on my side next to her, as she rolled onto her own side to face me.

"Too much?" She said, her eyes searching mine.

"Not in any bad way. In the best way." I assured her, kissing her softly. "Like you said, I want to drown in you and never come back out..."

Her eyes closed once and then opened again, and she kissed me back. "Oh, I do love you, beautiful." She murmured, against my neck. "No one has ever touched me like that before."

"Never?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Certainly no one has ever made me come from just playing with my nipples. That was... Something else, entirely."

"Another first?" I smirked. "Must be my lucky day..."

Emily let out a lazy chuckle. "I suppose so, beautiful." I pulled Emily close to me at the same time as I pulled the duvet over the both of us. Her nose brushed against my own, making me smile. "Mmm...what about you?" She murmured.

I shook my head. "Later. I told you...today is about you."

"Oh, but what if I want to have my way with you?" She said, her voice low as her hand skimmed in between us and slid down my stomach.

I chased it with my own and stopped it in its tracks. "Ah-ah... Later!" I said, threading my fingers with hers and squeezing her hand.

"Spoilsport." Emily pouted.

"Aww...you're adorable when you pout, baby." I smiled, kissing her softly. "Let's rest for now...and then we'll see."

She snuggled closer, resting her head on my shoulder and yawned. "Well, I can hardly argue with that, beautiful."

My fingertips again slowly resumed their stroking through her fringe. "I really do love you, you know..."

"Mmm... I love you, too. More than I can say...more than you will ever know."

A/N: Thanks for reading, review if you wish.

I don't want to leave these stories unfinished. I really don't. I'll feel bad if I don't finish them. I know I said in my last post on Screamers that I have a general need to write, because it's in me. But for the moment, I have a distinct lack of interest in a lot of things, and writing seems to be one of them. I'm not feeling very well inside for a lot of reasons. Right now, I don't feel like I can give my writing the attention it deserves, and I get more frustrated trying to write and then losing interest in it before I start. It's just not fair all around.

I'll be back, I promise. I just don't know when. Forgive me?

Until whenever,

~GN~. xo