A/N: Uh...hi. Me again, the writer whom many of you have crowned the queen of all that is smut. I can't say I honestly thought I would ever get THAT reputation, but...eh... If I told you the extent of my actual sex life (which consists of a lot of self help...and not much else...) ...actually, let's not go there, shall we?

Hopefully, this chapter doesn't go down like a total lead balloon. If it does, well, mea culpa, forgive me, etc, etc. Christ knows why I wrote myself into this tight spot (oh, ha ha), so I'll just claim insanity right now, mention something about kinky smut minions invading my brain and be done with it. Hopefully I wrote it right, but probably not. *shrug* There's not much else to say, except that if the idea of rear entry situations makes you squirm uncomfortably, you might well want to skip this chapter altogether. If that's you, please do so now at your own will. That said, have an In Through The Out Door Cigarette Warning™.

(Fuck's sake... I can't believe I just used a Led Zeppelin album title as an allusion to this chapter. Christ... Oh well, happy Zeptember, everyone!)

(GET THE FUCK ON WITH IT!)

Ok, ok...for what it's worth, and for the maybe two of you who are still reading (because you're freaky bitches...and I mean that in the nicest way)...on with it...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Considering half the stuff I write, that's probably a good thing. Any and all typos, deal with it. Again...last chance to back out!

(Emily POV)

I'm really quite relaxed, and feeling quite wonderful. I suppose, fantastic sex with someone who loves you as much as you love them will do that to you... I've always wondered what that felt like. I drifted in and out of sleep for a while, not sure how long, really. But Naomi kept her arms around me the whole time, lightly stroking her fingertips across my skin. Occasionally she would kiss across my shoulders, and I don't think I've ever felt something so affectionate in my life. It was the thing that marked our relationship, I think... Above my relentless need to tease and be dominant over her. Truthfully, I also felt the need for affection, both mine towards her, and hers towards me. The love we shared was something that often had no words to describe it, but we both knew it whenever our eyes met.

Also true was that the safest place I knew was to be enveloped in her arms. If the real world didn't infringe upon that, I swear I would never leave, and I think she wouldn't either.

"Ems?" She said, softly. "You awake?"

I turned my head to look at her, and my body followed until my arm slid around her waist and drew her warm body close to mine. Her beautiful crystal blue eyes looked back at me, wide and curious. I leaned my head close to hers and kissed her slowly. "Yes, my love?" I whispered.

The smile that crossed her lips was so warm, and the fingertips that slipped up my spine made me shiver. "Cheeky. How long have you been awake?"

"Only a few minutes." I replied. "I was just thinking."

"Good things, I hope."

"Oh yes." I said. "About how much I love it when you're wrapped around me, actually."

"Aww." Naomi replied. "And here I was thinking you'd be plotting your devious revenge against me..."

I laughed. "Oh, no... That I shall come up with on the spot. Unless, of course...you have any suggestions?" I teased.

To my surprise, her cheeks blushed a shade of pink, and her eyes closed briefly as her bottom lip tucked itself between her teeth.

So fucking cute.

"Oh?" I asked. "Do tell..." She surprised me again, by rolling over onto her other side, facing away from me. "Naoms?" I asked. "What is it?"

Her hand reached for mine, and held it, threading her fingers between my own. A soft squeeze as she rubbed her thumb along mine. "I'm not sure..."

Oh.

"You're not sure you can tell me?" I said.

"Uh..."

I kissed her shoulder softly. "You know you can tell me anything, surely. I mean..."

"There's something I want to ask you, but I'm not sure how you'll take it." She said, interrupting me.

"About what?"

"About something in the oak box." She said, quietly. "Something I've not noticed was in there before, and I wondered..." She paused. "You know what...never mind."

"Naomi... Don't tell me that, because you know I will mind. It's obviously on yours, so... Out with it." I said, gently.

Naomi wriggled out from under my arm, and got out from under the duvet, and I watched her as she went to the box and knelt down. I heard the soft squeak of the lid and then again as it closed, and Naomi turned to look up at me. "Close your eyes." She said. "Please?" I sat up and rested against the headboard behind me, closing my eyes. The bed dipped as Naomi came back to it, and I felt something be placed into my hands. She cleared her throat. "Uhm...ok, you can open them now."

I opened them, and my eyes drifted to what was in my hands. My brow furrowed and I looked back up at Naomi, who had a look of nervous curiosity on her face. "You couldn't just ask me why there's a glass butt plug in our box of tricks?" I smirked.

Naomi scowled and buried herself under the duvet. "See...now you think I'm weird." She said, her voice muffled.

"No, I don't." I replied, putting the bag on the bedside table, lifting the duvet off her head and snuggling down to wrap my arms back around her, leaving soft kisses across her shoulders. "I don't think that at all...why would I?"

"We've never done that..." She said. "Never talked about it."

"Well, we can talk about it now, if you like." I said, frankly.

Naomi squirmed next to me. "I'm not sure I can."

"No?" I said. "You know, beautiful...you really are very sexy when you play innocent..."

"Mmmpf."

I placed some more kisses across her shoulders. "I see... I am going to have to ask questions, am I?" I teased. "Very well... Have you ever thought about it?"

"...Maybe."

"Maybe isn't in your repertoire, is it?" I said. "What are your words, beautiful?"

A short pause. "Yes...no...please...more...fuck." She said, settling against me as I pulled her a little closer. I gently kissed at the back of her neck.

"Right. So...I'll ask again. Have you ever thought about it?"

Another short pause, in which her breathing settled as I trailed my fingertips across her stomach. "Yes." She said, softly.

"Before you and I met?"

"...Yes."

"And yet, you've never asked about it until now."

"No." She replied.

"Why?" I asked. "Speak."

"It never crossed my mind." She said, her voice showing still a hint of nervousness. "W-what we have done is always enough. Like..." A pause again. "It's just not been necessary."

"Why now, then?"

"Because...I only saw it in the box earlier, and... It occurred to me that while I've never mentioned it, you've had it there all this time...and neither have you. Mentioned it, that is." She explained. "It just made me curious."

"Curious enough to want to try it?"

Yet another pause. "Certainly curious enough to ask." She said. "You... Y-you're not going to..." She trailed off.

I kissed her shoulders softly. "No, I'm not going to pressure you into it. I'd never do that. Not with anything, and especially not this." I said.

"Because...?"

"It takes an amount of trust."

"More than tying me up and depriving me of my senses?" She asked.

"Well... You have a point, I suppose." I said. "But... There's a difference between tying you up for sex and...entering through the back door, so to speak."

Naomi giggled slightly. "Nicely put."

"I didn't want to be vulgar about it." I replied, seriously. "Bondage is one thing, it can heighten the senses, certainly. But this... If it's not done right, it can feel like being violated."

"And you don't want to do that to me..."

I kissed between her shoulder blades. "Most definitely not, beautiful." I said, softly. "You are too precious to me, so... I'd need to know you really wanted to do it. Otherwise, I wouldn't even ask it of you. It wouldn't be fair."

She sighed, and there was a pause before she spoke again, her voice soft. It would have even been innocent, if not for the request it held. "Would you spank me first?"

"Seriously?" I asked.

She turned around to face me, a pink blush covering her cheeks. "...Yeah." She whispered, her darkened eyes watching me. She took my hand in hers and slid it under the covers between us, guiding it between her legs and over her centre. It was slick, and warm. My middle finger slipped between her folds to find her clit erect and swollen, and as I grazed against it, her eyes flicked shut, and she inhaled sharply. The need inside me then stirred, as her bottom lip tucked itself between her teeth.

"You're very wet, beautiful..." I murmured, as I slowly circled her.

"Mmhmm..."

I deliberately rubbed the length of my finger against her clit, causing her to squirm. "Words, beautiful." I said, the dominant nature slipping into my voice.

"Yes..." She replied, barely audible. I continued to rub against her as her breathing became shallow, soft moans slipping out every other breath. I watched her expression closely, taking in every twitch, every quirk of the muscles in her beautiful face as I teased her. She let out a soft groan as I eventually stopped, and her eyes opened in confusion. I leaned in and kissed her, my lips hungrily devouring her own. She moaned softly as hers reciprocated against mine, and my arms wrapped around her trembling body.

"My turn, I think...yes?" I said, kissing her again softly.

"Yes." She whispered.

I sat up and leaned against the headboard, propping a pillow up so I would be comfortable, and patted my lap softly. Naomi gave a cute, yet submissive half smile as she manoeuvred herself and settled her naked body over my lap, placing a pillow under her head. I trailed my fingertips down her spine, and she shivered. I chuckled softly. "I think you like the idea of this more than you let on, you know..."

"Maybe." She murmured, before correcting herself. "I mean...yes."

"Good to know..." I replied, rubbing my hand over the perfectly cute cheeks of her arse. I raised my hand and let it fall back against her skin, the succinct slap sounding as I made contact. I repeated the action on the other cheek, and she sighed, softly. Again, I trailed my fingertips up her spine, and back down again, gaining a soft murmur of appreciation as I did so. "Count for me, beautiful." I said, my voice low. I raised my hand once again and made contact with her skin.

"One..." She breathed. "T-two..." Her voice tightened as I made contact on the other side. "Thr...oh...three..." I rubbed my hand against her skin, feeling the warmth that was collecting there with each spank. I raised my hand again. "Four!" She said, before letting out a soft groan, which I unconsciously matched, as the sound of her groan flickered through me like electricity shocking my insides.

"Oh yes...definitely..." I said, huskily. I raised my hand to spank her again, and hoped I would have the patience to keep going and not just fuck her senseless before I really got started.

"Five...SIX...oh fuck..." She moaned, and I paused a moment to rub her skin softly, watching as it blushed a shade of pink. Naomi sighed softly and squirmed under the attention of my hand, and I once again slipped my fingers between her wet folds to tease at her clit. Her body stiffened and squirmed harder in my lap as I circled the swollen bud with my fingertips, another soft whimper filling the air around us. A murmur of discontent followed as I removed my fingers once more, turning into another groan of guilty pleasure as I once again spanked her pink skin. "S-seven!"

"You are so beautiful..." I whispered, as my hand made contact once more.

Naomi gasped hard. "Ei...eight...Christ..."

"Good?"

"Oh yessss..." She breathed. I let out a wicked chuckle before I spanked her again. I watched as her hands gripped tightly at the pillow under her head. "Nine!" She moaned, before I spanked her one last time. "Ten!" She said breathlessly, as she panted. Her body shivered as I once again slid my fingers slowly up and down her spine. As I neared the base of her spine, instead of stopping, I let the tip of my index finger travel further down and slip between the cheeks of her beautifully pink arse. Once again, she shivered, but it was harder this time, along with a breathless moan that spoke of pure need.

I slid my middle finger between her folds and was met with the warm slick of her arousal. "You are absolutely... soaking...wet." I murmured, my voice low and huskier than normal. I slid my finger into her wet core, and slowly teased her as she squirmed in my lap. "More, beautiful?" I asked.

A trembling moan came from her. "More." Her voice was shy as she said it, and it was enough to send a complete thrill through me as I felt my heart begin to beat faster. Slowly, I slid my middle finger out and upwards, drawing the slick wetness with it and slid it between her cheeks, circling her. She inhaled sharply, and a soft uncertain moan followed as I massaged her with my fingertip.

"Relax, beautiful..." I said, softly, as I stroked her. I watched as her fingers that gripped the pillow under her head slowly began to release their tension, as I stroked and caressed her. As her breathing began to settle, she shivered again and exhaled a slow, soft groan. I circled my fingertip more insistently, which elicited another groan from her as her hips slowly rocked back and forth. I bit my bottom lip, reminding myself to be patient, though it wasn't easy, as my finger began to tease her further by slowly entering her tight warmth. She gasped, and I paused, feeling the warm heat that slipped over the tip of my finger like a glove as she settled in my lap.

Her breaths came in quick trembling puffs as I felt her constrict around my the tip of my finger. I watched her face, as her brow furrowed and she bit her bottom lip. With utmost control, I shut my eyes to avoid the urge I knew that gave me, and opened them again when I heard her distracted voice. "Please..."

"More?" I asked, again, opening my eyes to look at her. Her head nodded, and I let it slide, just this once. I slipped my finger back out and reached for the plastic bag, and opened its drawstrings, taking out the lubricant. I flipped open the lid and dripped some of the liquid in the valley between her cheeks, and watched as she squirmed again. With my fingers I spread it around, much to her enjoyment, as she moaned and rocked her hips a little more. Again, I pushed my finger inside her, and a groan came from somewhere deeper inside her throat, as my finger slid in easily to its first knuckle. With my other hand, I lightly stroked the base of her spine, as I slowly moved my finger back and forth inside her.

"Jesus..." She whispered, although it sounded more like a strained groan.

"Deeper?"

"Yeah..." Came the whispered reply. Delicately, I inched my finger deeper, watching her grip on the pillow constrict a little more. Slowly, I worked my finger in and out of her, allowing her to become accustomed to the sensation, still stroking the base of her spine as I did so. Soon, her hips began their rocking motion again.

"How do you feel?" I asked, keeping my voice soft and low.

I watched her brow as it furrowed. "Huh?"

A smirk crossed my lips. "Hmm...not up to words, then..." I murmured, receiving a groan in reply as my finger slid slightly deeper, and then slipped out completely to a soft whimper of protest. "More, then?" I asked, and she nodded once more, murmuring an affirmative response. Again, I dripped more of the lubricant between her cheeks, drawing a soft grunt and another squirm as the cool liquid made contact with her sensitive skin. Using two fingers this time, I probed her once more, spreading the warming liquid around and then as gently as I could, entered once more into the tight warmth with my fingers. She inhaled sharply, burying her face into the pillow and again I stopped. "Relax, baby..." I said, rubbing the small of her back. I waited until her fingers relaxed their hold on the pillow again, and twisted my fingers slowly, drawing a muffled groan from her.

God knows how I managed to remain so patient, but I wasn't about to hurt her. She was trusting me, and while that wouldn't have been fair to that trust, it wasn't something I could have lived with, either. After a few minutes of slowly twisting my fingers, she relaxed a little more, and I continued my probing, working them deeper again as she shivered and began to move her hips once more. I could feel her wetness beginning to coat my thigh as she ground herself against it, trying to get friction on her clit as her breathing quickened. I once again slid my fingers from her, and reached for the glass plug. "Steady, beautiful..." I said, holding her still as she whimpered again in disapproval, grinding against my thigh harder.

"Please..." She groaned. "I need to..."

"I know." I replied. "Intense, isn't it?"

"God, yesss..." She groaned.

"I can make it more intense..." I said, as I stroked my finger lightly between her cheeks, causing her to squirm a little more. "Would you like that?"

"Yes." She murmured.

"Very well..." I said, again dripping some more of the lubricant between her cheeks. "This may feel cold, but it won't last that long. Just relax... If it's too much...tell me to stop, and I promise I will."

"Ok..." She whispered.

I took the plug in my hand and slid the tip of it between her cheeks, allowing it to collect the lubricant along the way. Once it was wet enough, I placed it at the opening of her warmth and slowly began to work it into her, watching and listening for her reaction as I did so. Her hand clenched at the pillow again, and she inhaled sharply. I paused, just gently pushing enough to let the tip enter, but waited until her hand relaxed once more before going any further. The plug itself was teardrop shaped, and maybe an inch in width at it's widest point. It was, after all, billed as being for beginners, and, well, with this sort of thing, it's best to start small and work your way up. It's all about pleasure, not pain, after all... I'm dominant, but by no means a sadist...

Slowly, I proceeded, adding a little more of the lubricant and increasing the pressure, guided along by her breathing and the soft moans that were now coming from between her lips until the plug was nearly at the widest part. "You're almost there, beautiful..." I said. I reached for her hand with the one that wasn't occupied, and threaded my fingers through hers. She squeezed it tightly. "Ready?" She nodded, and I slowly pushed against the plug, feeling her resistance to it give way, accompanied by a loud moan as the widest part slid completely inside her, leaving only the base and ring sitting outside.

"Christ!" Naomi groaned, as she once again bit her bottom lip and breathed hard, and I slid my fingertips back along her spine as she squirmed, uttering wordless sounds as her hips began to grind against me. Her body shivered hard, and she let out another whimper. God, she was beautiful to watch. "Em..."

"Are you ok, beautiful?" I asked, stroking my fingers through her fringe. Another soft groan was her reply, as she nodded. Her eyes opened then, and met mine, and they were dark and pleading. Carefully, I rolled her onto her back, and leaned close to her, kissing her deeply. The passionate movement of her lips against mine spoke to me in what words couldn't express of the deep seated need she had flowing through her. As my lips left hers, her eyes remained locked on mine as I kissed and licked down her trembling body until my mouth finally latched itself onto her soaked, swollen clit. Her head dropped to the mattress beneath her and she groaned loudly as I flicked and lapped at her wetness, a hand threading through my hair and gripping tightly as I devoured the sweet taste of her heightened arousal.

Her body arched upwards and she groaned again, gasping incoherently as I licked up the copious juices that had collected in her folds. I sucked her clit between my lips and her hips rocked towards me, legs pulling me closer to her. "Jeez...fing...fingers!" She muttered, and complying with her wish I sunk two of my fingers deep inside her slick heat. Her body stiffened and shuddered almost violently as my fingers were gripped tightly inside her, along with a primal groan as she continued to spasm under me, as her orgasm gripped her. Her fingers pulled my hair tighter as I began to slide my fingers from her, then relaxed as I continued to thrust them in deeply, curving them as I did so.

I reached underneath her and put pressure on the plug as I stroked my fingers inside her, and she gasped, followed by another groan that came from deep within. I flicked my tongue faster on her clit and the rising pitch of her incoherent moans told me she was getting close again. I thrust and curved my fingers inside her, and just as she shuddered once more, I pulled on the ring of the plug, easing it out of her, a loud cry almost piercing my eardrums as she stiffened completely and the orgasm rocked through her spasming body.

I continued curving my fingers inside her as she shook, tonguing her gently as she came down, panting and breathless. I kissed up her body and lay next to her, pulling her shivering, trembling body into my arms. A few minutes later, her breathing had started to settle, though the post-orgasmic shocks still bolted through her as I stroked my fingers through her hair and left kisses against her temple. Eventually, her fingers curled around the ends of my hair and she gave a deep sigh.

"Oh god..." She whispered, hoarsely. "That was something else..."

"You ok?" I asked, still stroking her fringe.

"I'm..." She drifted off. "Yeah..."

I laughed, softly. "Curiosity satisfied, then?"

Naomi giggled. "More than satisfied."

"Hmm...you definitely enjoyed that." I smirked.

"You think?"

"I think so. Between the hungry look in your eyes and the mind blowing orgasm..." I joked.

"Ems..." Naomi said, as she blushed.

"Oh, now she gets shy again!" I grinned. She tilted her head, seeking out my lips to kiss me slowly. She then closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Tired?" I asked.

She nodded. "What is it about intensely sexual experiences that wipe us out?"

"I don't know, beautiful..." I grinned. "You know, the French don't call an orgasm "the little death" for nothing... Maybe there's some stock in that after all..."

"What a way to go!" She said, her eyes wide.

I leaned in and kissed her again, slowly. "Thank you." I said.

"Shouldn't I be thanking you?" Naomi laughed.

"Mmm...how about we thank each other...by curling up and resting a while?"

Naomi hummed softly. "That sounds like a brilliant idea. I really don't think I can move a muscle after that..."

"Aww...I wore my baby out." I said, cuddling closer to her.

"Shall I consider your revenge taken?"

I kissed her shoulder. "Rest now...discuss later."

Her hand reached for mine and our fingers threaded themselves together. "I love you, Emily." She sighed.

"Love you too, beautiful."

A/N#2: Right...if there's anyone actually still reading this, thanks for not running off screaming, and leave a review if you wish.

More to come eventually, when I write it. I realise there is actually a plot to finish, so...

Oh, and I'm not "back" necessarily, it's just that this has been sitting on my iPad for two weeks half written and I've just now had the cojones to finish the bloody thing. Stupid brain...

*goes to hide under the sofa*

Until whenever,

~GN~ xo