A/N: Hello again...

Cheers to all of you who are leaving me lovely and amusing reviews about being in rather uncomfortable situations and needing spare underwear...lol

This chapter is actually the other part of the last one... Honestly, I had written so much and it got to a point where I had to stop, but the day wasn't over yet, soooo... Do I really need to give you a Cigarette Warning™? :-P

On with it...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. But it's fun to toy with the characters (oh ho ho). Any and all typos...eh blame it on the moon. (Not the rain. That's some fake shite right there...anyone old enough to remember that reference? Leave me a review and let me know!)

(Emily POV)

(Late afternoon)

She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps. It seems a shame to wake her up, especially after I've exhausted her somewhat. I can't really blame myself, I suppose, she has been hard for me to resist lately, and really, I could not ask for a better birthday present than to just spend the day in her company. I reached over to her and brushed my fingers along her fringe, feeling the softness of her hair, and then placed a soft kiss at her shoulder. She stirred slightly, letting out a soft muffled groan. I continued to place soft kisses across her shoulders, and she rolled over into her side, opening her gorgeous crystal blue eyes.

"It's still daylight?" She asked, softly.

"Yes." I said, leaning just close enough to kiss her lips softly. "It's only late afternoon. And I want to take you out to dinner."

"Mmm...shouldn't I be taking you out... Being your birthday, and all?" She replied.

I slid my arm around her waist and shuffled close to her. "Maybe, but I would very much like it if you would grace me with your company this evening for a light meal." I said, as I lightly stroked my fingertips up and down her spine.

"Ooh, so formal..." Naomi smiled. "I love the way you speak sometimes... It's so...old fashioned, but still sweet."

"I see no reason to be otherwise."

"It's Sunday!"

"Yes, and I'm taking you to dinner." I said, succinctly, my tone taking on a slight note of dominance. "As you pointed out, it's my birthday, and I want to go out with the woman I love. So..." I kissed her slowly. "We're going to get up...shower, get dressed, and go." I added, as I got up, making my way towards the bathroom. I turned back to the bed, where Naomi was watching me. I beckoned her towards me. "You know I hate to shower alone, beautiful..."

It didn't take her long to follow.

When we emerged a while later (actually, a rather long while, after all I was faced with a wet, naked Naomi...and I don't need to tell you how that goes...), I was just about dressed, while Naomi was standing in her underwear, still fussing with her half of the wardrobe. While it was sort of adorable to watch her indecisiveness, I was checking my watch. I did, after all, have a reservation at a nice little café that I'd managed to make while Naomi was sleeping that morning, and I didn't want us to be late.

Finally, I stood up and gently pushed her aside. I turned to her clothes that hung in the wardrobe, and picked out a knee length black skirt, and a dark blue shirt. "Here." I said, handing her the clothes. "And stockings. Black ones." Naomi looked at me with curious apprehension. I stepped closer to her and kissed her tenderly. "We need to get going, or we'll be late, beautiful. I reserved a table for us."

"When did you-"

"This morning, after Katie called, and before you woke up." I said, softly.

"Oh." She said. Her eyes lowered for a moment. "I feel like I should have done that..." She muttered.

I lifted her head so her eyes met mine. "There's no need to feel bad. I have spent today exactly how I wanted to spend it. I've been with you, and it's been intense, arousing...wonderful." I said. "You have let me indulge myself with you, and I'll be grateful for a very long time. I'm taking you out to dinner, as a thank you for being my partner...in all things."

"All things?" She asked.

I nodded. "Business...love...desire...passion."

She returned my nod. "I see."

"Get dressed, my beautiful one." I said, kissing her softly once more, before I left the room to put my shoes on.

I was just finishing lacing my Doc Martens when she emerged from our bedroom, and she was a picture of gorgeousness that made my heart skip. I crossed my legs and sat back on the sofa, my eyes roaming up and down her body, from her hair that was tied back in a loose bun, with her fringe framing her face, down the shirt that fitted her perfectly, the skirt that hugged her hips in just the right way, and lastly following her black stocking clad legs to the heels she wore on her feet. It was good thing I was an inch taller in these boots, at least the height difference wasn't that much more remarkable than it was when we weren't wearing shoes...

"Wow." I whispered. "I swear you are more beautiful every time I see you."

I watched as she blushed. "Sometimes I don't know how you managed to last until we got here, the night we met..."

I laughed as I stood up. "Baby, it's been a long time since I fucked anyone in a nightclub." I said, as I walked toward her and took her in my arms. The light vanilla scent of her perfume met my nose and I inhaled deeply, as I placed soft kisses along her jaw. "But I have to admit, it was very hard not to, the first time I held you in my arms..." I whispered.

I heard her sharp intake of breath, and felt her body tense as my words registered in her mind. She cleared her throat. "We'd better go if you want to make that reservation..."

"True..." I smirked, taking out my phone and dialling for a cab.

The café we went to was a quiet, intimate little place, with rounded booths for seating, bright, but not overly harsh lightning and subdued piano music. We were in a booth in the corner, a candle in a glass on the table, which was surrounded by our two glasses of wine, our meal, and various pieces of cutlery. We had dined and talked, and Naomi was a little self conscious, seeing as how in the cab I had reached over and unbuttoned her top so that there was just enough of a hint of cleavage to be suggestive, while unashamedly leaving a slight red mark on her neck that was irresistible for me to kiss. I knew it had made her squirm, and that was the point, she knew that she was mine for the day, like every day, really, but on this day, she wasn't about to deny me one bit.

I caught her blush at the waitresses' reaction to the mark on her neck that was visible, given that her hair was pulled back, and her fringe wasn't long enough to cover it, nor was her collar high enough. The waitress looked at it, and then over at me, and my reply was a subtle smirk, right before I gave her our order of the antipasto platter for two, as well as a carafe of crisp, but sweet white wine. The waitress nodded, and I noted that her face was a little red, as did Naomi, who shot me a look that spoke of both confusion and arousal. "D'you think she noticed?" She asked.

"Noticed what?" I asked, feigning nonchalance.

"The hickey you gave me in the taxi." She said, a little nervously.

"Oh, I'd say so." I smirked.

"Devious."

"Yes..." I said. "But you've known this since the night we met."

"True." She replied. "And I wouldn't change a thing about you."

"No? Not even when I push your limits?" I asked.

She shook her head. "You've not done anything that I haven't wanted. And you still find ways to thrill me."

I nodded. "You know, the largest female erogenous zone is the mind."

"So I've learned. If I was going to put it crudely... I'd say you fuck with my mind more than you fuck with my body." She said.

"Ooh, and I do so love to fuck with your body." I said, with a dirty grin, and watched as Naomi's face flushed.

"Ems..."

"Careful, baby...you know what it does to me when you get all shy..." I smirked.

Eventually, our meal and the wine arrived, delivered again by the same waitress, who this time made no secret of giving Naomi and myself suggestive looks.

"Did...she...?" Naomi said, as she left our table.

"Uh huh... I think we may have made an impression on her." I giggled. "Pretty sure she was ogling your cleavage..."

"Jesus..."

I poured us both a glass of wine, and we began to eat, chatting between bites, and admiring the decor of the place. Naomi fell silent after a while, and I caught her eye as it went to the waitress who passed our table once again. It was as though she was deep in thought, and I decided it was time to find out exactly what Naomi Campbell was thinking. I let my hand move under the table, and placed it on her knee, squeezing it lightly. "What's on your mind, beautiful one?"

Naomi sipped from her wine and carefully out the glass back down on the table as my hand slowly began to make its way up her thigh, pushing her skirt up with it. "The last time we went to that club...with the show...the pole dancer."

"Ah yes... I remember that well..." I said, reminiscing about the time I had fucked Naomi in the middle of a crowd. My hand crept higher until my fingers rested over the crotch of her knickers. They were damp. I heard her breath catch as I slowly pushed my fingertips against her. "You remember that woman, don't you? The one who was watching us..."

"Yes..." Naomi said, her voice distracted and barely above a whisper as my fingers pushed aside her knickers and slipped between her slick folds to slowly rub against her swelling clit. "I love it when you take me like that." She said, her voice now beginning to tremble.

I chuckled softly. "Oh yes, you do, don't you?" I said. "For someone who was new to this way not long ago, you have certainly taken to being submissive..."

"As much as I have...oh Christ...being dominant?" She said, the strain showing itself, my fingers keeping a slow pressure against her sensitive flesh.

I leaned closer to her as her eyes closed. "It is the only thing that gives me more pleasure than being dominant over you, my beautiful lover..." I whispered in her ear. "Open your eyes, Naomi." She opened them and I continued to stroke her clit for a few moments more. I saw the waitress coming back past our table, and quickly brushed the napkin off the table. "Oh, sorry, would you mind?" I said to the waitress, getting her attention. I kept Naomi's legs open with my hand as I stroked her, and the waitress kneeled down to pick up the napkin. I clearly heard her gasp, and if the scarlet shade of her face was anything to go by, she definitely saw what I was doing under the table.

The waitress cleared her throat. "Will there be anything else?"

"No, thank you...just the bill. The food has been lovely." I said, flashing her a devious grin, continuing to stroke at Naomi's clit.

"I'll be right back with it." The waitress said, shooting a quick glance between us before walking off again.

"Oh, you fucking dirty bitch! I'm so close..." Naomi hissed, before biting her bottom lip. That action has always been to me like throwing raw meat at a lion. I narrowed my eyes, and withdrew my fingers, much to Naomi's annoyance, if her expression was anything to go by. I lifted my fingers to my lips and sucked them clean, and her jaw almost dropped to the table.

I leaned much closer, and kissed right next to her ear. "Go and wait for me in the ladies. I won't be long. Do not play with yourself, or make yourself come." I said, quickly, the seriousness of my tone leaving no leeway in my request. In spite of her arousal, she managed to get up and made her way to the ladies bathroom. The waitress returned half a minute later, surprised to find only myself sitting there. "Bathroom." I said, nodding my head towards the ladies.

"Oh... right. Well, here's your bill." She said, leaving a folder and a pen on a tray on the table, and picking up the plates before she walked away again. I opened the folder and found the bill, along with a card that had a name and a phone number on it. A sly grin crossed my lips, and I picked up the pen, writing on the card.

"Sorry, but she's MINE. And I don't share. Enjoy the tip."

I left enough to cover the bill, and wrapped another £20 note around the card, standing up and making my way to the bathroom. Naomi was the only one in there, looking beautiful but flustered in the midst of the white tiles and harsh flood lighting. I pointed towards one of the cubicles, and she went in, and I followed behind her, locking the door behind the both of us. I spun her around and pushed her against the back of the door, my lips covering hers in a frantic kiss that she yielded to without question. My lips traced her jawline to her ear as my hand drifted back up her skirt. "That waitress wants to fuck us both." I growled, as my hand made contact with her knickers once more, rubbing her folds through the clinging fabric. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I bit into her neck above the red mark that was beginning to grow a darker shade of purple and sucked hard.

"Yesss...Mark me." Naomi moaned, and I pushed her knickers aside, feeling just how much wetter she had become by that simple action. I flicked my tongue over the now bite mark on her neck, and then got to my knees, pulling one of her legs over my shoulder. I pushed her knickers aside properly and dove in with my tongue, tasting her hot wetness. It didn't take long before Naomi's fingers were gripping through my hair, and she was gasping as I made her come quickly with my tongue rapidly flicking, and lips sucking at her clit.

Then, I thrust into her soaked core with my fingers and looked up at her. "She wants you, but she can't have you." I said, my eyes locked onto hers as I felt around inside her for the sweetest spot. I rubbed against it hard with my fingers. "Because you belong to ME." I said, resuming my licking and sucking of her clit as I continued the firm thrusting of my fingers inside her. Naomi groaned above me, her fingers gripping harder at my shoulders.

Suddenly, I heard the squeak of the door, and she must have heard it too, as she tried hard to stifle her sounds of pleasure by covering her mouth. I looked up at her, and she down at me, and I know we both heard the soft gasp from outside our cubicle.

The waitress.

I raised my eyebrow at Naomi, who was giving me a look that was very much "deer in headlights", uncertain, with just a flickering of danger. But not uncertain enough to stop me... I kissed her thigh. "Grab the top of the door." I said, my dominant voice taking over. Her eyes went wider, but she was already so wet and horny and hardly in a position to disagree with me, and so, both her hands reached to the top of the door and held on as I lifted her other leg over my shoulder. I gave her another wicked smirk and resumed my very pleasurable task of tasting Naomi like she were my last meal. I licked her clit, sucked it, and thrust my fingers inside her, rubbing that very same spot, determined to turn the wary gasps into at least, a somehow stifled cry of pleasure.

She was getting closer, I knew it, and I knew there was something that would push her over the edge completely with surprise. I snuck one of the fingers of my other hand in with the two that were already buried inside her slick heat, and then slid its slickness upwards, between the quivering cheeks of her arse, penetrating her tight warmth. Her body stiffened, and a few quick thrusts of my fingers and one hard, long suck of her clit later, her head hit the door as her body stiffened completely and she gasped loudly as the orgasm ripped through her like a lightning bolt.

I let her come down gently, kissing her soft thighs as I slid my fingers from her, gently helping her wobbly legs make contact with the ground beneath her feet once more.

"Fuck..." Naomi whispered, as she began to get her breath back. I stood up and kissed her slowly, letting her taste herself all over my lips and tongue.

"Mmm...not until we get home, beautiful...I'm not done with you yet..." I murmured, grinning.

"Oh, god..." She said, her voice a combination of a whimper and a half laugh.

We straightened ourselves up a little, and I opened the door for the cubicle, to find the shocked waitress still standing there. I smirked at her, and casually strode to the wash basin, washing my hands and drying them with a paper towel. I pulled a still slightly wobbly Naomi towards me and snogged her against the bench, reaching up for a good grope of her tits while I was at it. I then turned to the dumbstruck waitress. "Mine, get the picture?" She swallowed and nodded. I took Naomi's hand and looked at my beautiful girl. "Come on...I can't wait to fuck your brains out all over again..."

And with that, we left the bathroom, and the café.

When we got into our flat, I shut the door behind us and unlaced my boots, taking them off and setting them by the door. By the time I got to the bedroom, Naomi was already on the bed, waiting for me. Her expression was pensive. I walked in and knelt at her feet.

"Are you alright? You've been quiet since we left the café." I asked.

"I am...I'm just..." She trailed off.

"Did I go too far?"

She shook her head. "No. It's just...the way she looked at you. It reminded me of how I felt when I first met you, and reminds me how much I've changed."

"Oh?" I said, getting to my feet and climbing up onto the bed. I sat with my back to the railing and patted my lap. "Come...tell me."

Naomi stood up and stripped off her clothes, with me watching her intently as each piece of clothing was remove,d right down to the slow unrolling of her stockings. She then got back onto the bed, curled up and laid her head in my lap. "I don't miss my innocence to all this. Although...being a little naïve was exciting. As I told you, you still find ways to surprise me, to even shock me, but it's all good, I swear. I love what we have, and don't regret any of it." She said. "But that waitress... God, did you see the look on her face? It was priceless!"

"Yes, it was." I said, as I stroked her fringe softly. "I told you...she can't have you. You're mine."

"Mmm, I know." She replied, in a soft whisper. "I didn't want her anyway...you're all I want."

"Oh, baby..."

"I'm perfectly happy with you. It's just perfect when it's us."

"Are you mad I didn't stop, in the bathroom?" I asked. "Mad that I gave her a sneak peek by dropping the napkin?"

"It's not that. It was cheeky, I'll give you that. The napkin, anyway. The bathroom...Christ, I don't think I could have stopped you even if I wanted to. You're a very devious woman, Emily Fitch."

"I've been told that, from time to time."

She looked up at me. "I'm not mad. But it was a little confusing. Like... You wanted her to hear us, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

I sighed, and leaned my head backwards. "She left a card with the bill. It had her number and name on it. I wrote on the card that you were mine and I don't share. When I knew it was her...I wanted her to know it, too. Not just think it, but know it as a fact. Beyond all doubt."

"Possessive, then?"

"Yes."

"Ok." She said, succinctly. She shifted her position until her arms were wrapped around my body. "I love you, Emily. There isn't a waitress in London who can steal me from you...even if she does witness you feeling me up under a table, or hear you make me come. And I promise you that." She said, her voice soft and sincere.

I tilted her face towards mine and kissed her slowly. "I'm glad. I think I'd die without you by my side, beautiful."

"Lie down with me?"

"Sleep?"

She shook her head. "I'm not tired." She said. "But I think we need some time to just be with each other, you know?"

I chuckled. "Nothing kinky or devious?"

She shook her head. "I've indulged you enough today... And now... I want to make love to you, and not fuck you senseless. It'd make a nice change..."

I smiled at her, and kissed her nose softly. "I'm all yours, beautiful..."

"But first..." She said, unbuttoning my shirt. "I want to unwrap you..."

I raised my eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Mmhmm..." Her fingers slowly opened my buttons one by one. Delicate fingers skimmed over my shoulders as she pushed the fabric off them, leaving me topless, making short work of removing my bra. Her touch ran all the way over my skin, caressing me in the softest way, and I felt my heart skip several beats as her palm lay over the top of it. "It races..." She said, softly.

"It beats only for you." I said, placing my hand on top of hers. Our eyes met, curious blue staring back at me. Her lips closed in on mine and she kissed me softly.

"I love you." She said, as her forehead rested against mine.

"How much?" I whispered, as her thumb grazed my nipple, feeling it stiffen under her touch.

Her other hand reached for mine and placed it against her chest. "With all of my heart and soul." Again, she kissed me, deeper this time, and before long, her kisses trailed down my neck, her hands gripping the waistband of my jeans and pulling me so I was lying flat on my back. The kisses across my skin resumed as fingertips made short work of getting me out of my jeans and knickers, and the pair of blue eyes I loved so dearly traced silent circles over my nakedness, still with that beautiful curiosity. When her eyes reached mine, she tilted her head to one side. "What is it?"

"You always look at me in such a curious way... Like you are amazed by what you see." I said.

A gentle smile crossed her lips. "Because I am." Naomi stretched her body out over mine and lay on top of me, and I felt her skin making beautiful contact with mine. Her hands framed my face, and she kissed me as my arms wrapped around her body. "I'm always amazed by you." She said. "You're wonderful."

I felt the butterflies in my stomach, and kissed her softly. "Whatever I've done to deserve you, I wish I could do it a hundred, a thousand times over."

She let out a soft laugh. "I know how you feel." Her fingertips traced themselves down my skin and in between our bodies, and her blue eyes studied mine as her fingers slid between my legs and touched me. I watched her pupils widen as she registered just how aroused I was by all this, and the subtle raise of her eyebrow as my breath caught in my throat as her fingertips began to stroke my swollen clit. "You always call me beautiful..."

"Because you are..." I said, in a shaky whisper that led to a moan as the pressure on my sensitive button increased slightly. "You're always calling me devious..."

"That's because you are..." Her voice was low as she stroked me. "I can't find an equivalent word to the one you have for me, though..." She paused for a moment as I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations I felt, the tingling feeling beneath her fingers, and the tightening in my stomach. I bit my bottom lip, and felt myself shiver as my back arched. "You call me beautiful, and I feel it." She said, nuzzling along my jaw line. I moaned softly as she sucked my earlobe between her lips, feeling another shock of pleasure sending it's quick burning ache through me. Her weight shifted above me, and her fingers slid their way deep inside me, and beginning a slow teasing thrusting motion. "I know you've been wanting this all night... There's no way you could have played with me and not wanted this..." She said, her voice still low enough to tease as her fingers slowly rubbed inside me, taking me higher.

"You knew..." I groaned.

"I always know, baby..." She continued. "Whenever you tease me like that, you always fuck me into unconsciousness after. That's how I know."

"Christ..." I whispered, my breathing becoming more ragged as the pleasure began to tighten further, her fingers finding their slow, persistent rhythm inside me.

"You end up needing to do it as much as I need you to do it." Her voice had become almost hypnotic, a distraction to my already distracted mind, leaving me twisted between concentrating on it and the teasing motion of her fingers.

"Beautiful..." I groaned, once again arching towards her.

"I know, baby... Just let it come. I know you want it as much as I do..." She whispered, her lips meeting the sensitive spot on my neck and beginning to suck slowly. Her fingers kept up their pace inside me and her touch grew in pressure, her thumb pushing against my clit until the pure feel of her, her fingers, her lips, Christ, even her body above mine the way it was sending a strong shiver through me that continued as my fingers gripped the duvet under me, and I cried out, pleasurable spasms rocking my body as she made me come. I was lost, then... Floating in between pleasure and bliss, breathless and feeling nothing but the love she had for me, in that moment. By the time I opened my eyes, she was once again observing me, blue eyes wide and curious once more. She kissed me, and I tasted myself on her tongue, kissing her deeper as I did so. There was no hurry to it, the movement of our lips languid and leisurely. Finally, she shuffled downwards a little and lay her head upon my chest.

My fingers stroked through her hair as we lay together. "This has been the most perfect day." I said. "Thank you."

"Mmm...you're welcome." She said, in a sleep-tinged voice.

I smiled, to myself, and pulled the duvet over the both of us as she settled a little more against my skin. "Sleep now, my beautiful one." I said, softly kissing the top of her head.

A/N#2: Ok, I swear there will be a return to actual plot at some stage. Still have that matter of that nasty punk McClair to sort, don't I?

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