A/N: What? Me again?! :-P

Well, I have a reason this time. I started this chapter this morning, and wasn't sure how to round it out, until I got a guest reviewer leaving a cheeky little request for a sermon. Now, I am no priest, and I don't usually write chapters to order, but I couldn't get it out of my head...

That reviewer turned out to be my faithful review LA Woman, who should really get an account! lol... Anyway, this one is for you, I hope it lives up to your expectation! Cigarette Warning™ applies, as per.

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. It sounds classier if you say it in French...soixante-neuf! :-P Any and all typos...

(Naomi POV)

(Later that evening)

I don't know how long it was that Emily was watching me. I drifted into sleep rather quickly, the combination of fuzzy brain chemicals overwhelming me like a blanket. I knew that when I woke up, the pleasurable stinging sensation covering my arse would be gone, leaving behind it an ache that would remind me for a few days of the pleasurable sensations I had experienced.

The good thing, was that my classes at uni were on a two week break for study, before exams. So, I didn't have to spend the next day sitting uncomfortably in a lecture theatre, unable to concentrate, because all I would be thinking about was exactly how the ache in my backside came to pass. That in itself was nothing short of distracting.

But for now, I slowly opened my eyes, and Emily was sitting beside me, her back against the railings, wearing a bathrobe with a folded over magazine in her hands, quietly reading. There were candles lighting the room around us, I knew from the diffused quality of the lighting around us, and also the fruity scent of them. I could also hear some soft music playing from out in the sitting room. Piano. I watch her for the briefest of moments, before she begins to speak. "You're awake." She said, the calm huskiness of her voice reached my ears, and filtered its way through my body.

"Mmm." I murmured. "How long have I been asleep?"

Emily looked over at the clock. "About two and a half hours." She said.

"You didn't sleep?"

"No, I was just content to watch you sleep. To see you looking so peaceful and content in comparison to earlier."

"Oh."

She closed the magazine and placed it onto the bedside table, and shuffled down to lay on her side next to me. She kissed my shoulder softly, and slid her fingertips down my spine, and gently over the still sensitive skin on my arse, at which point my eyes fell shut and I let out a slight moan as I shivered. "Tender?" She asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Hmm. I've been thinking, while you were asleep..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. About what you said right before you fell asleep...about how if you talked about what you felt, how it would arouse you again and you had no energy..."

"And?"

"Have you ever kept a journal?" She asked.

I almost laughed. "Not since I was twelve. But... What does that have to do with our playtime?"

Emily smirked at my use of the term. "I'm always curious about you, beautiful. About what goes on in that mind of yours when we play. It's hard to ask you when we are playing, because you end up in a place where your mind is all foggy and high..."

"Sub space." I said.

"You know that term?" Emily asked, surprise in her voice.

"What else do you think I did on the nights we were apart? I didn't spend my entire time masturbating." I laughed. "I did some research. I wanted to know why when you would play with me, I'd feel like I'd been smoking spliff."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Well, not only am I impressed, I'm now also intrigued to know just how much time you spent masturbating."

"Cheeky perve." I smirked.

"You're very sexy, can you blame me?" She replied, trailing her fingertips back u my spine. "Seriously, though... I'm interested to know how what we do makes you feel. I know it overwhelms you and it is intense, and I can gather a lot from your physical responses..."

"But, you want to know what's in my head?" I asked.

"I...yeah." She said. "Is that bad?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so." I said.

"That's where the idea of a journal comes in. I know sometimes I get intense with you, and I don't want it to have an adverse effect on you."

My brow furrowed. "You mean, like what they call sub drop?"

"Yeah."

"Ah, so that's why you were so attentive to me in the last few days." I said.

Emily actually blushed. "Well, yeah. I care about you so much, beautiful. I know that the intensity of what we do can bring one down in the days after, once the adrenaline and other effects of it wear off. And I don't ever want you to be down. I wouldn't be taking proper care of you if that happened."

I propped myself up on my elbow, turned onto my side carefully, and stroked my fingers down her cheek. "That's why I'm so lucky to have you." I said, kissing her softly. "Even when you don't push my limits, you're so attentive to me. How is it you've never been with anyone else like this?"

She shrugged. "No one took my fancy as much as you did, I suppose."

"Then, I'm extra lucky." I said.

Emily kissed me again slowly, and ran her fingertips through my fringe. "So... Do you think we can try it?"

"The journal?" I asked. "I don't see why not. It sounds like an interesting idea, and I think it would be good for you to understand exactly how what you do to me makes me feel."

Emily smiled, her expression full of love. "Yeah, like I said, it's a bit hard if I ask you when you're tied up and all I get in response is a broken moan."

"Ha." I said. "You should take that as a compliment on your skills, that I get so incoherent."

"Oh, I do, beautiful. I do." She grinned. Then, she got up off the bed, and came back a few moments later, holding a notebook with a black cover, which had an elastic to hold it shut. She placed it beside me. "I kind of... Went ahead and got something for you."

"Aww... You softie." I grinned, moving the elastic off the cover and opening it. Inside it, was an inscription, in Emily's curly handwriting.

"For Naomi, who means absolutely everything to me, in all ways. xoxo"

I looked up at her and couldn't help biting my bottom lip, noting the twinkle in her eyes. "I know, I know. I couldn't help it, though. This is so sweet...thank you." I leaned closer to her and kissed her.

"Thank me by expressing your thoughts, beautiful."

I nodded. "I have a question, though...is this just for when you play with me, or can it be for when I play with you, too?" I asked. "I mean... Presumably you know what effect it has on you..."

"Everyone is different, beautiful. So yeah...it goes both ways. No matter who is playing with whom."

"Hmm. Sounds fair." I nodded.

"It doesn't have to be right after, either. Leave it for when you are coherent enough to organise your thoughts."

"Ok."

"Likewise, if you feel the need to express something that we've done in the past, you are free to write it. I don't want you to feel like you can't be honest. It's your journal. Write what you want. Even if it has nothing to do with sex."

I nodded. "I think I can do that."

She kissed me softly. "Now, I think someone needs a proper massage..." She said, lightly running her fingers down my spine again, and trailing them over my arse.

I squirmed slightly. "Oh, I won't say no to that..." I grinned, rolling onto my stomach. I felt her straddle my thighs, and turned my head, watching her open the bedside drawer and retrieve the bottle of massage oil. "Am I still red?" I asked, as she rolled up her sleeves.

I heard the sound of the bottle opening. "Not as red as it was." She said, as she dripped some of the oil into her palm. "Now...I want you to relax." She said, as she placed her hands at the small of my back and started to rub and knead my skin.

"And if I fall asleep again?"

"I don't mind if you do. But I have a feeling you won't."

"Oh?"

I heard her chuckle. "Just trust me, yeah?" She added, as her hands slid up and down my spine.

"Mmm...you know I trust you." I said, as I closed my eyes and let her work on me. She massaged the oil into my shoulders, which still ached just a little, not enough to hurt, but enough for me to notice. Emily was always so cautious with me after play, and she always liked to make sure I was comfortable before sleep overtook me, which at times when she tied me up, it usually did. Other times, not so much. She had a good way of more or less knowing when, and when not to exhaust me to the point of sleep, and it was usually dependent on how far she would go with me. If her actions in making me come were simple, quick and spontaneous, then it wasn't necessary. If, in the other hand, she had out proper devious thought into it, and she had played with me for a considerable length of time, or it was particularly intense, then that was different.

I don't deny that sometimes it was sexually frustrating for me, but I was secure in the knowledge that it must have felt that way for her, too, loving me the way she did. I suppose that the dynamic of our relationship must have been strange to some who had no idea of what was behind it. I knew, from asking her to teach me what it was to be dominant, that the dominant partner also has a similar experience to the state the submissive partner reaches. That feeling of being in control of someone else, of feeling power over someone, it is just as intoxicating as being the submissive one, if not in a completely opposite way.

To be submissive to someone, means that you put your complete trust in them, you trust them to not hurt you, and you know that they will not destroy that trust. Emily was aware of that, she had been doing this a lot longer than I had, of course. And I took it upon myself to learn from her all that I could. It was true, that I'd read a lot about it, after we first met. What can I say, I craved the knowledge of it, it was something unknown and exciting to me. Some of the things I had read seemed to be complex, but then, sometimes Emily would explain things, and they would make perfect sense to me. I know she was surprised about my knowledge, and my dig about her thinking I spent most of my time with my hand in my knickers was only half a joke, as it turned out. But then, it's hard not to get yourself off when you spend hours reading about dominance and submission, and constantly thinking how it relates to your own situation. Honestly, I'd taken to taking my knickers off before I'd read about it, just to save on laundry.

I found myself groaning as Emily's thumbs pressed deeper into the muscles around my shoulder blades. "Too hard?" She asked.

"No... Just perfect." I sighed. Her hands began to trail down my back again, rubbing in soft circles until they reached my hips, and then she stopped briefly, and I heard the cap of the bottle again, right before I felt the warm, but slippery touch of her oiled fingers beginning to rub into the cheeks of my arse. I couldn't help but shiver slightly.

"Don't worry." Emily chuckled softly. "I will go easy on you."

"Aww, you mean you're not gonna spank me again?" I said, playfully.

"No... I don't want to hurt you." She said, as she rubbed the oil deeper into my skin with a firmer touch. I couldn't help but squirm slightly. "I know it feels good, but you know I'm going to keep you waiting before I do it again."

"I know." I replied.

"Good." My breathing deepened as she continued to rub at my skin, and eventually, she ceased her touch altogether. "Better, beautiful?"

"Mmhmm..." I replied. "I should go take a shower, though. So I can really feel refreshed."

"Ok, baby." Emily said, moving off me as I lifted myself upwards and got to my feet.

I leaned over and kissed her slowly, her lips lingering against mine. "Thank you for the massage. I won't be long." I said, with a simple smile.

"I'll be waiting." She smirked.

I padded into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I know Emily hated to shower alone, but she was happy enough to let me do it sometimes, considering that me, plus her naked in a shower almost always led to sex, and echoed moans off the tiles. To be honest, I was glad to get a moment to myself. It was nice, for a change, to indulge my own thoughts during the moments when the warm water cascaded over my naked skin, and I lathered myself up with vanilla scented body wash. It had been a bit of a long day, after all, and I could do with a bit of refreshing...take that how you will.

I won't lie, the sensation of the warm water flowing down my back and over my sensitive backside was a definite thrill...maybe Emily was right about my being a masochist, or at least having those tendencies. I'd never really thought about it, other than the fact that being spanked gets me off, and that was a relatively new discovery for me.

Emily, Emily, Emily... It surprised me, sometimes, how gone I was for her, and her for me. To anyone else it might seem possessive, or obsessive... But to us, we were just simply so absorbed in each other, to the exclusion of most everyone else. I knew Emily had her reasons for not being in contact with her family so much, but I haven't spoken to my mum in a couple of months, and I hadn't even called Effy lately, either. My mother I didn't think I could get away with for much longer, but I knew Effy could see past what I had told her about mine and Emily's relationship, and she and I had been friends long enough that it didn't matter so much if we weren't in contact every day. I knew Emily would gently pressure me to call my mum eventually, which I suppose wasn't such a bad thing. I could see her point, particularly after meeting Emily's own mother. Maybe I should take Emily up to Bristol to see mum again... I know they get on well together, and in a few weeks she and I will have been together for a year, so...

But, I digress. The water was starting to feel cold, so it must have been time for me to get out from under it and dry myself off. I took particular care in drying my backside off, I mean... Emily had soothed the sting with her massage, but I quickly learned the first time she had paddled me that no matter how soft a towel is, you don't quite expect the burning sensation that comes with rubbing across it. I guess that was why she had decided to not spank me again...yet. And, I suppose, if she did it every time she played with me, it might lose its effect. And I really enjoyed that effect.

I took my bathrobe off the hook and pulled it around my shoulders, sliding my arms through the sleeves and tying up the sash, opening the door to see Emily lying down on the bed, with her head at the foot end, and her cherry red hair hanging over the edge. I walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at her. She smiled and opened her eyes. "Good shower?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I needed that."

"Hmm... So, you're all squeaky clean under there?" She smirked, tugging at the sash on my bathrobe. I hadn't tied it that securely, so it undid fairly easily, and fell to my sides.

"As clean as I can be, unless you want to get me all dirty again." I grinned.

"Mmm...maybe I just want to taste how clean your are." She said, pulling my thighs forward until my knees rested on the end of the mattress, on either side of her head.

"Wha-?" I said, trying to keep my balance and not fall over. I felt her hands trailing upwards from my knees, and as it usually did, her touch made me shiver.

"Take off your bathrobe." There was no doubt as to the intent of her words, and what more could I do than obey her request? I slid the fabric off my shoulders, and tossed it behind me, hearing it fall to the floor with a subtle rustling sound. Soft kisses trailed up my left thigh, and then my right thigh, and then I felt her thumbs trace a line in the crease at the top of my thighs, making me shiver again. I felt her breath against me, and then the wet warmth of the tip of her tongue as it traced between my folds. I moaned softly as it gently nudged against my clit sending a not unpleasant feeling through my stomach with a slow burn.

I reached down and untied the sash on Emily's own dressing gown and opened it, exposing her naked tits and stomach to my view. As her fingers curled around my hips, I leaned over and began to kiss down her stomach. "Mmm...two can play at this game..." I murmured against her skin, not stopping until my head was between her thighs, my hands gripping just above her knees and pulling them upwards, covering them with soft kisses, just as she had mine. It didn't take long before her soft licks against my folds became long, insistent ones, and my own tonguing of her sensitive flesh matched her eagerness. As the pleasure began to spike within me, I found it harder to concentrate on what I was doing, particularly when Emily took it upon herself to slide her fingers inside me, and I groaned as my head leaned against her inner thigh.

"Christ...game on, Fitch..." I gasped, reaching down and slipping my fingers easily inside her. I felt the vibration of her surprised moan around my clit, and the firm kiss against it, right before her lips sucked it firmly, causing my hips to rock hard against her mouth. I increased the motion of my tongue against her clit and the two of us became a writhing, moaning mass of two, as she thrust her fingers into me, I would thrust mine into her. My sucking of her clit was matched with her more eager tonguing of mine. We rocked against each other, moving in almost complete synchronicity, as we both got closer. I could feel her fingers curving against that spot inside me that made me shiver, and did the same with my own fingers that were buried inside her, and I knew from the tightening sensation both in my stomach and around my fingers that we were rushing headlong towards a common goal.

"Jesus, baby..." She moaned, as her hips rocked harder against me.

"I know...fuck..." I replied. It didn't take much longer before both our bodies stiffened and our combined cries seemed to echo around us as our mutual climax rocked the both of us together. We were both breathing hard, and I slid my fingers out of her, sucking her pleasure from them, as I slid them between my lips. I groaned softly as I felt the emptiness from the removal of her own fingers, and rolled off her onto my back, closing my eyes and attempting to catch my breath. "God..." I groaned. "I've never..."

"Never?"

"Nuh uh..." I said. "Not just a number, anymore."

Emily laughed, then sat up and shuffled out of her bathrobe, and lay next to me, slipping her arm across my stomach. Her hand palmed my breast and her fingers lightly pinched my nipple as she kissed along my shoulder and settled against my neck. "I hope we are always this insatiable around each other." She said, in a quiet murmur.

"Me too." I said, kissing the top of her head softly. After a few moments, I spoke again. "Come to Bristol with me."

"When?"

"End of the month?" I asked. "I should probably see mum again, before she calls me again, wondering where I've been hiding."

Emily let out a soft laugh. "Oh, that's what led to me meeting your mum. I like your mum, she's wonderful."

"Yes well...after meeting yours, I can understand why you feel that way."

"Mmm." She replied.

"Hey, I'm not trying to bring you down." I said.

"Oh, I know. And you aren't, I promise." She said. "I just wish she was more tolerant. Bit of a hopeless wish, really...but one I've had for such a long time."

"It's not hopeless. All kids want is to be loved and accepted."

"True. You're right." She said, softly. She kissed me again, and gently rubbed her nose against my neck, sighing. "Then, let's go. Make the weekend of it."

"I'll give her a call in the morning and let her know we we going to gatecrash her weekend." I said.

"Mmm." Emily replied. "For now, though, I think we should just rest."

"Tired, baby?"

She yawned slightly. "Yeah, a little. You've worn me out." She smirked.

I laughed. "I think we've worn each other out." I said. "Ah well, at least we will die sexually satisfied."

"Not for along while yet, though...right?"

"Nah...perish the thought. You have me for as long as I breathe air on this earth, and that's going to be for a very long time, I promise." I said, kissing the tip of her nose.

"Aww." She replied, pulling my lips to hers and kissing me softly. She then cuddled against me and nestled her head into my shoulder, and I pulled her a little closer, and eventually, we dozed off, comfortable in each other's arms.

A/N#2: *cough*

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