A/N: I realise some of you might be thinking that I'm "back" to writing again... I am, and I'm not. I took a couple of weeks away from it, more or less, in between doing some other things and doing some compulsory volunteering (because the best way to find a job, is to take up time that can be spent looking for a job volunteering against your will for virtually nothing...apparently.).

All I will say is that I'm not keeping to a schedule with writing, as such...I will basically post what I post when I post it, and ideas, particularly for this story have twigged in my mind lately, hence why there's been a few updates recently. Not that any of you are complaining, I'm sure! :-P

Now, I know I promised plot, and there is plot in this chapter. Sort of. Ok, a couple of paragraphs... And the rest, well... It was another thing that screamed "write me". This is your Cigarette Warning™, use it wisely. (Oh, who am I kidding... You lot read this stuff anywhere, don't you? Dirty bitches...lol)

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. I think it's going to be hot today... And I don't mean you all reading this chapter :-P Any and all typos snuck past my radar.

(Naomi POV)

(A few days later)

The next few days moved quicker than we could blink. Work was busy, to the point where we hadn't had the chance to get away early, or spend too much time together during the day. Emily had meetings, and I had phone call after phone call, first calling Charles Dewey to see if he could help with the McClair issue. I have to say, he wasn't very amused with the whole conflict of interest thing, although I didn't properly explain it to him, per se, I felt that better left to the counsel I would have to end up working with. True to his word, though, he agreed to help, and recommended Michael Hunt, the same lawyer who had helped with Emily's case when Fitch Holdings was sued by Bailey, which started all this shit with McClair off in the first place. At least he was familiar to us both, although I would have preferred someone whom Charles wasn't such good friends with, but...hey ho...can't always get what we want, can we? Besides, what mattered most to me was Emily, and Charles was no longer my boss... I respected him as a lawyer, but couldn't give a shit as to what he thought of me.

Detective Smith had been on the phone a few times, to tell us that border patrol in Germany were pulling their finger out, no doubt with some coersion from Interpol, and McClair was set to be extradited at the end of the week, much to Emily's relief, and the two of us were both hoping that this would be over soon, Emily in particular hoping that McClair would be in a nice uncomfortable prison cell.

"I'm not a vindictive person by nature, Naomi... But I do hope he gets sent to "pound-you-in-the-arse" prison."

I couldn't help but laugh at her description, and then stifled it as she gave me an odd look. "Sorry...just...your way with words. I agree...he needs the book thrown at him."

"Preferably lead weighted." She said, dryly. A sigh then left her. "It was sort of funny, wasn't it?" She said, with a smirk.

The day after, I had a full day at uni, with lectures and a tutorial or two. The day dragged on, and I knew I was going to be home late, and called Emily during lunch to tell her.

"Hey, Ems." I said.

"Hello, beautiful. How is my girl enjoying her day as a student?" She replied, and I could hear her warm smile.

"Mmm, it's going to be a long one, I'm afraid. I may not get back till after six." I said.

"Oh, baby..." She said. "I do miss you so."

"I know...but you know it will be worth it."

"Oh yes... My girl will have two law degrees... And I will be so proud of her."

I blushed. "Ems..."

"Now, now... Allow me a little pride in you, beautiful. You are working so hard, both here and at uni. Even if I do miss you right now..."

I pouted slightly. "Miss you too, Emily." I said, quietly. "Are you alone?"

"I'm in my office, finishing lunch. I was just thinking about you, actually."

"Oh? Pure, wholesome thoughts, no doubt..." I joked.

"Pure, yes, but not in the wholesome sense. If by pure, you mean purely sexual...then, yes."

"Oh." I said, after a beat, suddenly feeling very warm.

"What can I say, my work day is extremely dull. I can think of nothing more I'd rather be doing...except ravishing you completely. I can't wait until I see you at home."

I swallowed. "Uh...do I get to eat first?" I asked.

There was a brief pause. "Actually...I plan on eating you. You may be tied up...for some time..." I could hear the deviousness slipping into her tone, and it made my breath hitch.

"Y-you mean that literally...don't you?" I asked, quietly. I knew she did, by the wicked little chuckle that sent a shiver through my entire body. "Christ, baby...what you do to me..."

"Be safe, but hurry home, my beautiful girl. I'll be waiting for you." Emily replied. "Alas, I have to go. Another meeting."

"Ok. It was good to talk with you, anyway. I missed your voice."

"As I did yours, beautiful. See you tonight."

And with that, she ended the call.

God, I hoped I could get through the rest of my day without too much distraction.

My last lecturer was lenient enough to let us all go about twenty minutes before time, and I couldn't be arsed getting the bus home, so I hailed a taxi and thankfully the traffic wasn't entirely awful, in spite of it being peak hour. The trip only ended up taking half an hour, even if it felt longer with a chatty cabbie whom I honestly assume did nothing but read shitty gossip mags when he was off shift. When he pulled up outside Emily's flat, I paid the fare, without giving a tip.

"Sorry mate, that's all I've got on me." I lied.

"No worries love, it's been good to have your company!" He said, shooting a quick leer at my tits as he drove away.

"Fucking wanker." I muttered, as I walked up the garden path and opened the door. "Ems? I'm home!" I said, placing my satchel in its usual place by the door. "You wouldn't believe the idiot cab driver I had... Apart from leer at my tits, he did nothing but wank on about Kim fucking Khardashian...I swear that woman is more liposuction and collagen than actual flesh-" I stopped in my tracks as I turned to see Emily, dressed in her black jeans and a black button up shirt, standing barefoot beside the sofa, head cocked to one side and giving me that look. That heated look, that told me I was pretty much cooked...in the best way possible. "Uh...on second thought...it doesn't matter..." I mumbled. "Hi." The greeting came out soft and timid. I felt like she had knocked the wind out of me with her presence.

She stepped towards me, her footsteps silent on the floorboards beneath us, until her body was just a few inches from mine. She reached up to the collar of my shirt, and one by one, began to undo the buttons, until it was fully open, and then she quickly pulled it off my shoulders, quick enough for me to realise I was dealing with a very Dominant Emily.

"What have you been thinki-" My words were stopped mid sentence, as she placed her finger against my lips, halting my speech.

"Words, beautiful." Was all she said, in that tone that melted my insides in a split second. I felt my hands beginning to tremble as her finger removed itself, and I swallowed, taking a shallow breath before I spoke.

"Y-yes...no...please...more...f-fuck." I said, just loud enough so that she could hear me. I could feel the tremble right through my stomach, and the shock her expression sent right between my legs. Emily had always eased into this mode of hers, and this was one of, if not the first time I had been confronted by it up front and without warning. It was powerful enough to put me completely under her control, and while it scared me, even just a little, it was intensely arousing at the same time. It was more a thrill than actual fear.

I was such a fool for her games, and she knew it.

She slowly stepped behind me, her hands tracing over the skin on my back, making me shiver again, and she unhooked my bra, sliding the straps from my shoulders. "Off." She commanded, and I followed her request, taking the garment off my body and letting it fall to the floor with my shirt. "Shoes." Awkwardly, I stepped out of my low-top chucks and took my socks off, too, balling them up and placing them into each shoe. Her hands slid along my waistband, around my hips and to the button of my jeans, undoing it, and sliding the zipper down, before she pushed the denim down my hips, taking my knickers with them. "Step out." Again, I obeyed her command, stepping out so she could remove my jeans altogether, leaving me standing there completely naked. My hands were still shaking as she stepped to the front of me, and looked up into my eyes.

Her hand met my hip and she pulled me close to her, and I felt the crisp cleanliness of her shirt meet my skin as she pulled my head down and kissed me deeply, slipping her tongue in to taste my own. Her kiss was as dominant as her expression, and like every time she would kiss me, I followed. It was nothing short of blissful, and I enjoyed every second of it. I had a feeling it would be a while before I felt it once more.

Without another word spoken, she took my hand in hers. It felt good to hold onto her, even if it was only our hands touching. She led me into the bedroom, and for once, I noticed the bathroom door was closed. The other thing I noticed, that I'd never seemed to notice before, were the black cuffs that were held to the top and bottom of the door frame by sturdy looking metal posts. Before I could open my mouth to speak, my breath was taken away as my vision was plunged into darkness. Oh, so familiar darkness, as the blindfold was slipped over my eyes and secured behind my head. Arms slipped around my waist, and for a moment she just held me, as I felt my heart racing, which was lessened by the soft kiss placed between my shoulder blades.

Then, I was pushed forwards, and I took a cautious step, careful not to lose my balance, not being able to see, but Emily guided me anyway, turning me around until I felt my back meet the cool wood of the door. My left arm was raised, and I felt a cuff being slipped around my wrist, and snugly secured. The same was repeated with my right arm, and I felt her hands move down my leg to my ankle. "Stand with your feet shoulder width apart. " She said, and I did so, and she first secured one ankle, then the other, with the same snugness around them. Not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to let me know that I wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

"You remember, in the club..." Emily said. "...the girl tied to the cross?"

"Y-yes." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Speak up, beautiful."

I cleared my throat, nervously. "Yes." I said, a little clearer.

"Do you remember the name of the cross?"

Saint Thomas...no...Saint George? No... Ah!

"A S-Saint Andrew's C-cross?" I stuttered.

"That's right." Emily said. "Said to be named because Saint Andrew was martyred on one, it is one of the most common pieces of bondage furniture, other than a spanking bench."

I also remembered the spanking bench from the club. Although that night, a girl was leaned over it and being rather expertly fucked with a strap on by another girl... Lucky her.

"You'll note, though, that you're bound to a door frame right now." Emily continued.

"Y-yes." I said, groaning slightly as I felt her hand start to touch my skin.

"Do you know why?" She asked. "Speak."

I cleared my throat. "If I had to guess...I'd say you are improvising."

"Correct." She said, reaching to my nipple and softly gripping it between her fingers, caressing it until it began to stiffen. "It's a bit hard to hide a piece of furniture like that in plain sight." She said, succinctly.

"True."

For the next few minutes, at least, there was not a word spoken, as Emily's hand was removed, and then I felt it again, but it felt cooler this time. I felt it touching me, yet the texture was different. It traced along my stomach, up over my tits, my chest...and it was only when it got closer to my shoulder that I could smell the scent of the leather, and I realised her hand was gloved. My heart quickened, as did my breathing, as Emily continued to feel all over my body, including my back up to my shoulders and down over my arse, my thighs, back up my stomach, to my chest, and then back down again, skimming over my centre, then touching my knees, calves, right to my ankles... She took her time, as if to cover every inch, and I couldn't help that my breathing became more ragged, and the sensation of helplessness mixed in with the trembling in my limbs and the rest of me, and I was complete putty in her leather covered hand. Then, to a soft whimper from my lips, her touch ceased. My hearing had become acutely aware of my surroundings, with the loss of the sense of sight, and I heard footsteps, along with the soft noise of the mattress, as I imagined that Emily sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. I don't know how long it was before I heard her voice again.

"I've had something on my mind, these past few days, since I last had you at my mercy. Something that you mentioned..." She said. "Would you like to know what it is?"

"Y-yes."

"I said to you, that if I could paint, I'd paint you... And you said maybe I needed a camera." She said. "It has since occurred to me...that I want you to see yourself as I see you...when we play."

I felt myself shiver as the intent of Emily's words flitted though my distracted brain. Without thinking twice, I bit my bottom lip.

A growl of lust left Emily. "You know what that does to me." She warned.

Oh please...I thought. Yes, please... Take me, I'm completely yours, and you know it!

More silence followed, save for some gentle rustling, and footsteps as Emily moved around, and I heard a soft clicking noise that made very little sense to me. The blindfold she had over my eyes is made of leather, so there was no way I could see through it at all.
But the noise repeated itself as she spoke again.

"You are so beautiful." Emily said, her tone that of someone awestruck by what they saw in front of them. "You are at your most vulnerable...and yet you do not look afraid of what is to come. You look...so peaceful, as if this calms what is inside you...am I correct?"

"Y-yessss..." I replied.

"This excites you?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel?"

"Out of control."

"In a bad, or good way?" Emily asks.

"Good."

"You're in a different space."

"Yes." I reply.

"How so?"

"It's like..." I tried to think. "Being in a different...like... Being high."

"You're not scared?"

"No."

I gasped as once more I felt the cool touch of the leather glove covering her hand trail up my legs and slide across my skin. It was withdrawn once more, and then a soft kiss was placed below my navel, and I felt her nose touch my soft skin. She inhaled deeply. "My darling, beautiful Naomi...you are so intoxicating to me." She kissed my skin once more, and I shivered, my body tensing as I tried to reach for her, my movement impeded by the cuffs securing me in place.

"Naomi?"

"Yes?" I whimpered.

"Are you horny?"

"God, yes!" My response was breathless, and I just wished she would touch my centre, even if just for a brief moment to quell the ache that was burning there.

"Soon, my beautiful one, I promise." She said. "Dinner, the other night...at the café..." She mused. "That waitress...it surprised you when she could see what I was doing, didn't it?"

"Y-yes." I said, weakly.

"And when you knew she was listening to us...you got off harder, didn't you?"

"Yesss..." I hissed, the memory of Emily making me come in the bathroom cubicle flashing in my mind in snapshots. My legs over her shoulders. My hands on the door. Her tongue...fingers...everywhere.

"I have another question for you..." She continued, and I wondered where this was heading. "Are you enough of an exhibitionist to let me fuck you out in the open...where someone may see us... Would it be more intense if you knew someone was watching us while I had my way with you?"

A surge of pleasure, that kind that felt good, but was also frustrating in a good way made my back arch off the door and had me straining once more at the restraints. "God...fuck yes!" I moaned, feeling myself grow wetter at the mere suggestion of it. That was one of the things I had always fantasised about, and Emily had found her way in and tapped into my thoughts so well, it was like she was reading right from the inner depths of my mind. She knew me so well...

I heard a low, extremely wicked chuckle come from her, followed by yet another long moment of silence. Then...I started to hear something vibrating. My body tensed again as I realised she was finally going to give me relief from the aching arousal I was feeling. And then, I felt it...the vibration on my skin. Starting at my ankles, working its way up my legs...so slowly, she was teasing me even more, but I didn't know how much of it I could take, I was already so on edge. It moved upwards further, and I groaned in frustration as she skipped right over where I wanted, needed it most, and trailed it across my stomach, upwards and over my nipples, one by one, sending sparks of pleasure between my legs. For a good few minutes more, she teased me, taking her time, no doubt watching my reaction as she went on.

"Ple...fuck...please!" I moaned.

"What do you need, beautiful?" She asked.

"More!"

The vibration began to move down my stomach. "Lower?" I nodded my head rapidly, biting my lip. "Ah-ah...no lip biting...answer me...lower?"

"Yes!" She moved it lower another inch, and I breathed harder, the aroused frustration growing higher within me. My body was squirming now, and I wanted her lower. "More...please?!" I growled, and finally the vibration moved lower, and kept going, until it was right at my centre, pushing against my clit. "Oh...FUCK!"

I couldn't hold it any longer, and the pleasure of the vibration began to rip through me as I heard Emily's voice low in my ear. "That's it...come for me, my beautiful one... Let it all go... You're so fucking sexy when you come... I love that you are mine, baby..." I lost track of her voice completely as my own moan rose over it, the sensation of her lips at my throat, beginning to suck at my skin as the first orgasm blended into the second as I started to come again. I felt fingers tugging at my nipples, and Emily's voice was in my ear again. "I'm going to take you out somewhere...and I'm going to fuck you until you scream, my beautiful little bitch. Whoever may see us will know that you are mine and mine alone...they may watch, but they can't have you..." Her words pushed me over the edge a third time, and an incoherent scream left my lungs as I came much harder, as Emily pushed the vibration firmly against my clit. My body tensed and jerked and I strained against the cuffs, desperately wanting to thrash hard but unable to, the sensation tripled by the way I was bound. Unable to escape it, the pleasure spiked through me once...twice more, wrenching another loud gasping moan from me as I shivered hard, until Emily finally ceased her delicious teasing, leaving me panting and completely breathless.

I felt so limp as she began to release me, that I almost collapsed into her arms. She helped me onto the bed, and massaged my aching joints, when all I wanted, all I needed was for her to hold me. But I knew she would gently admonish me if I didn't let her take care of me like this. She always insists on it. When she was done, she rolled me into her arms and held me, and I found myself clinging to her for comfort as I faintly heard her tell me she loves me, between soft, tender kisses to my temples and forehead. It was then that the emotion began to flood out of me, and I was in tears, and Emily held me closer to her, stroking her fingers through my hair. Her words barely registered as I was so incoherent, until she asked again and they finally filtered through my hazy brain.

"Naomi...are you ok? Please tell me you are ok!" Her voice was quiet, patient, and gentle.

"Yeah..." I said, weakly.

"Are you upset with me?"

I shook my head. "I'm exhausted." I said. "I'm ok. Promise." The words came out as short syllables.

Emily hummed softly. "Rest a while, beautiful."

I closed my eyes, as my heart and breathing settled, and after a good, long series of minutes, I felt that shuddering sigh that follows an emotional outpouring. Emily had done nothing more than sit by my side, holding me, softly stroking my skin for comfort and waiting. Finally, I looked up at her, to see her curious eyes staring into mine.

"Hi." I whispered.

She gives me a gentle smile. "Hey, you." She says, running the tip of her finger along my nose. "Alright?"

Again, I nod. "You are certainly devious when it comes to wicked surprises." I said.

"I aim to please." She smirked.

I let out an exhausted laugh. "Oh, you most certainly do."

"I have another question for you...but don't worry...it's not as strenuous as all that." She said, nodding towards the little play area she had set up.

"Ok...?"

"Why is it that you never use your safe word?" She asked.

I shrugged. "You've always treated me with respect. The safe word...it's for if I feel threatened..or in fear for my safety, yes?"

"Correct. Or if I do something you aren't comfortable with."

I sighed. "I know I have nothing to fear when I am with you, Emily. I know that my safety is your number one concern. Because I am precious to you, as you are to me. I know you're more experienced at this than I am...years worth, as opposed to just months. I know that you know enough to not push me too far, unless you suspect I am willing."

She nodded. "And everything I've done has been with your consent."

"Yes...even when you tie me up and play with me like you did just now... I feel safe with you." I said. "And..."

"What?"

"Well, we love each other. There's trust involved there, too. We don't hide anything from each other... If something interests one of us...we ask the other. Like with your little glass friend in the oak box."

A smirk crossed her lips. "Ah, I remember that well..."

"Perve." I said, as I kissed her lips. It then turned into another kiss, and then another longer one that lingered. "Mmm...you are far too clothed for my liking." I murmured.

"Oh, well... I guess I'll have to do something about that, then..." She said, sitting up and beginning to strip off until she was just as naked as I was. I couldn't help but watch her as she removed every item of clothing, and then lay back next to me.

"I have a question for you, too." I said.

"Oh? Ask away, then!" Emily grinned.

I swallowed as my eyes met hers. "You photographed me, didn't you?" I asked, softly, looking towards the digital camera sitting on the bedside table.

Emily nodded. She reached for the camera and switched it on. "I was serious about wanting you to see how I see you. What better time than when we play?" She handed the camera to me and I looked at its display. There I was, in all my nakedness, spread out and bound to the door frame, my lips open slightly. My mind drifted briefly to the memory of it, and the sensation I felt, the longing I had for her touch, and the curiosity as to her actions. Emily had taken the photo in black and white, so it actually looked arty as opposed to pornographic. The light in the room accentuated all the right places, and it was actually a very erotic image.

"T-this is how you see me?" I asked, looking up at Emily.

She nodded. "Yes. One of many ways. This is you at your most primal. And you are breathtakingly beautiful, from my point of view." She said. "And I swear to you, this is for our eyes only. Just for you and me."

I switched off the camera, put it on the table on my side of the bed, and pulled Emily into my arms. "I love you. It's beautiful."

"As are you." She kissed me softly. "Now that you've come down... How about something to eat?"

"Oh, that would be perfect..." I sighed, "You meant food, yeah?"

Emily laughed. "Of course I mean food, you twat!"

"OI! Had to be sure, you know?" I smirked.

"Ha. Tell you what... How about you wait here, and I'll get us something from the fridge."

"Sounds good... I think if I try to get off this bed my legs will give out." I grinned.

"Smartarse!" Emily said, as she got up and started out of the bedroom. "You love me, though!"

I laid my head back against the pillows.

Yeah, I thought to myself. I really do.

A/N: Erm... *grins*

What can I say, I had a few thoughts as I woke up yesterday...and it turned into this chapter...ha.

Reviews welcome, as always...!

Until next time...

~GN~ xo