A/N: For some reason, I just can't seem to stop myself. I'm sure none of you mind one bit!

First, though, someone left me a guest comment a few chapters back about the story "Somewhere He Opens A Window", and what had happened to it. I think, from memory, it also had another part to it, "Tomorrow is Always Fresh, With No Mistakes In it"? (At least I think that was the title of the other part) I do remember reading these lovely stories, but as far as I'm aware, yes, sadly they have been deleted from FFN. I don't know why they were deleted, and it's been well over a year since I last read them. It's a shame that they have been, though, because they were really quite beautifully written.

Anyway, just wanted to clear that up for the person (and anyone else) who wondered.

Right, back to this story... And this chapter jumps ahead a little. I'm going to attempt to get back to the f'ing plot in the next few chapters, but having said that, my mind could well run back to smutville before I get there...ha. This chapter, contains an al fresco Cigarette Warning™, and YES, that means if you are in the company of others, on the bus, in class, etc, etc, by all means you will want to wait until you are alone to read it, lest you all ruin your knickers. :-P

On with it!

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. No rabbits were actually harmed in the writing of this chapter... Any and all typos, blah blah blah...

(Emily POV)

(Two weeks later, at the end of the month)

Both of us were dealing with domesticity quite easily, I have to say. Naomi had told me she was so independent as a teenager, and I suppose, as a young adult, but found that we had enough of a balance between us that satisfied her. I was happy to give her the time she needed to study, because I wanted her to succeed in all she wanted to do, and she was happy to cling to me at night when we were alone, and after indulging ourselves.

And I was perfectly content to let her do that, too. In many ways, it had nothing to do with her submissive nature, we just had the same need to be wig each other, although there were times when she would take her place before me and look up at me, and I knew I had every part of her in the palm of my hand. Her love, her trust... And I discovered it even more when she came to me one evening, and let me read her journal.

"For me?" I asked.

She nodded. "I know you're curious to know what I think, so..." She said. "There's a fair few pages. I write it whenever I have a free moment."

"I've never seen you write in it, though?"

"I know. Sometimes it's when I'm done studying. Sometimes...at work."

"You take it to work?!" I asked, surprised.

"Relax. I keep it in my satchel. No one will get to it. I wouldn't let them." She reassured me. "It's just that... I don't get many free moments, otherwise." She said, looking at me with a knowing expression.

"Oh." I grinned. "I see. Well, so long as it doesn't fall into the wrong hands... But... If you need time to write in it, I can give you that. Much like when your study. Maybe...an hour after your coursework?"

She thought for a moment. "That's fair. Anyway...I want you to read it. I'll give you some time... I need to start dinner, anyway."

"What are we having?" I asked.

She grinned at me. "It's a surprise. Something to thank you, before I subject you to Gina for the weekend."

"Alright, then...as you wish."

She kissed me softly, and then left the room, leaving me to the leather bound journal. I opened its pages, and began to read.

"...when she touches me... I feel more alive than if there was simply blood running through my veins. It's an electric feeling. One that can't really be described unless it is felt. It's always like this. The simplest touch of her hand on mine lets me know I am loved by her, adored beyond all others. Her kiss excites me, and comforts me. I know I am hers..."

"...to be tied up, restrained... Whether by scarves, tape, rope, or cuffs... Or simply by her own hands and body weight above mine. It takes my breath away, and arouses me to the point of having fog in my mind. That feeling of helplessness, while still knowing she will protect me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, and something I don't think I can live without. It heightens the pleasure I feel, more than anything I've ever read about in my research. It is very much the turn on..."

"...the first time Emily took me to the bondage club, I think was the only time I've ever been shocked by her world. I felt like I was so green back then, well, I was, when I really think about it. There is a big difference between reading about something, and seeing pictures, than seeing it properly, in the flesh, as it were. There was so much that went through my mind that night, that "overwhelmed" doesn't really describe how I felt. It was an assault on the senses, that I thought about for days afterward. I couldn't help but read more about it, more than I had before, especially the art of rope bondage. On the face of it, it is very intricate, erotic and beautiful, but to someone who has never been bound in any way, it simply remains artistic..."

"...that woman in the club who was being spanked... Christ. That was one thing that peaked my curiosity more than anything there that night. The first thing I wondered, was how someone, anyone would want to have that done to them in public, of all places. When Emily spanks me, I feel tingles all over, but none more so than deep in the pit of my stomach. It builds, and builds, and if it builds enough, it'll overwhelm me and I will orgasm. It's a sensation that I have grown to like quite a bit, even though I find it hard to explain why. And I can understand why people do it in private, but with an audience... Well, that was before I realised just how much of a pull exhibitionism can be, wasn't it? Emily Fitch, you have completely twisted me upside down and inside out... Well, that's not entirely true, either. You've just brought out of me what I've kept hidden in my mind a lot of these years. And the thing is, I don't even care. I'm a much happier person being with you, and I think you know that, too..."

"...one last thing for now. When Emily makes me come, it's always explosive. She has a way of teasing me that I can't even do to myself, because whenever I've masturbated, I've had very little self control. It just feels too good to stop, really. But from the very first time she took me, she drew out my pleasure, and showed me just how good that could be. The second time we went to the club, and she fucked me in the middle of the crowd (and God knows how we were only noticed by one person, thank you, mysterious pole dancer), I thought it couldn't get any better than that. The combination of her fucking me with the strap on, and the threat of discovery was so intoxicating it nearly blew my head off, and it kept me so on edge that I let her shag me in the taxi on the way home. To anyone else, it would seem that I was some kind of brazen slut (such an awful sounding term that I never thought I would use for myself, but nothing else seems to fit), but she really could have fucked me in Trafalgar Square in the middle of the day for all I cared, at that point. I know she wants to take me and fuck me somewhere that we can be watched. I know I beat her to it in her office the other week. I didn't mean to, but I just couldn't help myself. She turns me on and makes me crazy with her deviousness, and I cannot wait to experience that. I want someone to watch us fuck. Not for them to join in, because I know Emily wouldn't allow that to happen. She doesn't want to share me with anyone, and I don't want her to, either. I'm hers, and hers alone. She proved that to me with the waitress in the restaurant on her birthday. She is possessive of me, but she is allowed to be. I've given myself to her willingly, and we both know it.

I don't think there's a way that Emily can ever not make me feel like my brain is going to melt, collapse, explode, whatever you want to call it, and then never reach that peak again. She's too inventive, and what she does with me never seems to have a boundary. She has found what I enjoy, and uses it to her (and my) advantage. For now, the ultimate thing would be for her to fuck me in the open where we can be seen. She wants to make me scream, and I want her to make me scream so that animals nearby are scared into hiding. So that the person watching us knows that only Emily can give me that pleasure, that only she can make my world splinter and completely crumble."

Wow.

I closed the journal, and set it in my lap. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, to calm myself. Reading that had put me into a state...not one of anger, but one of overwhelming lust for my beautiful girl.

"Em! Dinner's almost ready, baby." I heard, from out in the kitchen.

"Ok, I'm coming." I said, placing the journal on her pillow and standing up.

(Saturday morning - the next day) - Bristol)

The previous afternoon, we had caught the train to Bristol, and both Gina and Kieran, her partner, had met us at the station to pick us up. Kieran was a funny Irish fellow, a bit scruffy looking, and Naomi told me he was actually one of her college teachers. Kieran then went on to tell me that Naomi had found him in bed with Gina one morning, much to Naomi's embarrassment. I saw my beautiful girl going bright red, but this time, she didn't stalk off to the backyard to sulk, which I was very surprised at. She later told me there was no point in it, and she knew that, and she admitted that being with me had mellowed her attitude to her mother somewhat. I told her that I was proud of her for dealing with it like an adult.

Now, however, it was just after breakfast, and Gina had queried our plans for the day.

"Oh, I want Naomi to show me around the Bristol countryside." I said.

"Sure, if you want to." Naomi said, finishing her tea.

"Oh, indeed." I replied, looking at her. She almost dropped her cup when she saw the look in my eyes.

"That sounds lovely!" Gina said. "Why don't you take her to that little spot by the lake you liked when you were younger?"

"Erm...yeah, I just might. Do you need a hand with the dishes?"

"No, love. Why don't the two of you get ready, and I'll make you some sandwiches to take along."

"That would be great, Gina, thank you." I said, as I stood up.

When we got upstairs, Naomi cornered me against eye back of her bedroom door. "You have plans, don't you?" She said, her voice low.

I kissed her deeply. "Always do, beautiful." Was all I said, before I turned her around. "I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed, and then I want you to do the same."

While she was in the shower, I took out the folding backpack I had packed, along with my clothes. My lusty little travel kit, if you will. I made sure I had a towel and my change of clothes, and once Naomi got out of the shower, I grinned at her, as I walked past and into the bathroom myself. While I showered, I thought of what she had written in her journal, and promised myself to do my best in fulfilling her wish. I emerged, some time later, washed, strapped in and dressed, and found Naomi sitting on the bed waiting.

"I wasn't quite sure what to wear." She said, timidly.

I looked her up and down, with a wolfish grin. "My beautiful girl... You should know by now, that no matter what you wear... It doesn't stop me." I said, leaning down and kissing her slowly.

"True." She said, quietly.

I picked up my backpack. "Come on." I said, holding my hand out to her. She took it and stood up, following me out of her room.

Gina had made us two sandwiches each, and had also packed some fit into a lunchbox, which I took, along with the blanket she also provided, and out it into my backpack. "There you are... Be sure to enjoy yourselves, it's a lovely day outside." She said, cheerily.

"Oh, don't worry, we will." I said.

We left her house, and I let Naomi lead me in the direction of where we were headed. The countryside was beautiful, lots of green fields and trees, and before long, we were walking a wooded path, that twisted and wound itself around a babbling brook. We ended up at a lake with a pathway around it that wasn't entirely hidden, but had enough trees around it to be a little secluded. We had seen a couple of people along our walk, but for now, there was no one around at all. Naomi stopped and looked around. "Here should do. It's scenic enough, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it's lovely." I said, stopping under a tree and placing the backpack on the ground. I unzipped it, and took out the blanket, spreading it on the ground beneath us. I looked up at Naomi who had her hands behind her back, looking at me with wide eyed curiosity. "You're curious, I know you are."

"Yes." She said, softly.

"Good." I said. "Close your eyes." She raised her eyebrow, and her eyes widened a little more, but she did as I asked. I unzipped the bottom half of my backpack, and took out the blindfold, straightening up again and stepping behind her, covering her eyes and securing the blindfold behind her head. "So..." I said, my voice taking on its darker, dominant tone. "You want me to make you scream so that 'the animals nearby are scared into hiding'?"

She swallowed hard. "Y-yes."

"And I bet me saying that has just made your stomach clench and begun to make your knickers wet, am I correct?"

"Yes." Her voice was now a trembling whisper.

I took her hand and led her over to the tree, turning her around so that she faced the lake. "Stay here." I said, moving back to the backpack and reaching for the leather cuffs, as well as the three foot length of chain. I went back to where Naomi was standing, and standing on my tiptoes, tossed the chain over the thick branch above her head. The branch itself was several inches thick, and looked to be sturdy enough to resist a pull enough without it breaking. I tossed the chain again, so that it looped around it, and attached the cuffs to the connectors at either end. "Nervous?" I asked.

"A little." She replied.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, and brushed her long blond hair aside, kissing the back of her neck softly as I held her. "I love you."

"I know." She whispered back.

I traced down her left arm to her wrist, and lifted it above her head, slipping the cuff around it, repeating the same action with her right wrist. To make sure there was just the right amount of slack in the chain, I adjusted the placement of the connectors, until she was standing just as I wanted her. I circled around her, and took a good, long look at her. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, sending a surge through me.

Oh, beautiful...be careful what you wish for, I thought to myself.

I stepped back behind her, and slid my hands around her waist, beginning to undo the top button of her jeans, and slid the zipper down, sliding my hand inside. My fingers sneaked beneath her knickers, and just as I suspected, I found her to be wet already. Her breath caught in her throat as I began to stroke my fingertips against her clit. "Already effected, then?" I mused.

"Y-yes..." She said, in a detached tone.

Her shaky breath turned into a moan as I continued to lightly stroke her clit. "You are so wet, beautiful..." I said, my voice low. "I bet I wouldn't have to keep this up for too long before you would come, am I right?" I increased the pressure of my finger against her.

"Fuck...yes..." She groaned.

"You know I'm not going to make you come this way, though."

"No?" Her voice was almost plaintive.

"No." I removed my hand from her knickers, to a soft whimper. "I want to play with you until you can't stand it, and you know it."

"Christ..." She muttered.

I circled around to the front of her again, and started at her throat, slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt until it hung fully open. I ran my hand against her soft skin, and opened the clasp on her bra, pushing it aside so her tits were exposed to the open air. I could see her chest rising and falling quicker, and hear her quickening breath. I leaned close to her and placed several slow, teasing kisses across her chest, hearing her moan softly as each movement of my lips traced across her skin. By the time I reached her each of her nipples, they were already stiff and erect, and she gasped as I licked them, sucked them, and tugged on them with my teeth. I trailed my soft, slow kisses and licks down her stomach, holding onto her hips as I fell to my knees and placed my forehead against her skin, inhaling deeply. More than the sweet smell of her skin, I smelled the faint scent of her arousal, and groaned softly against her as I exhaled. "So beautiful..."

My fingers slid inside the waistband of her jeans, and slowly tugged them, along with her knickers, down to her knees, revealing her centre to me. She shivered as the very slight breeze hit the wetness between her legs, and I looked up at her, seeing that her bottom lip was once more tucked between her teeth. "A little more teasing, I think..." I said, kissing further down her body until my lips met the wetness between her legs. All I heard was the birds in the trees around us, the open air, but what I saw, smelled and tasted was a much more beautiful thing. I dipped my tongue in between her folds, to the sound of another soft moan, making contact with her clit as her thighs parted slightly to allow me better access. I spread her pen with my thumbs, flicking the tip of my tongue all over her aroused flesh, tasting her, enjoying her. My want for her was growing, but I wanted to make this last as long as I could, and slowly teased her with my tongue, tracing along her fevered, soaking folds, tickling her clit until she gasped and shivered above me, and her knees almost buckled. I have no doubt she would have collapsed, if not for the chains holding her in place.

"Please..." She moaned.

"Oh, not just yet, my love..." I smirked, as I teased her further with my tongue. I'm not into physical torture, of course, but there is something to be said for the delicious torture one can give a woman by teasing her ever so slowly. And I had set out to do this, licking, lapping, sucking, flicking... Until I had my beautiful girl shaking so much that she could come simply from breathing, or at my request without further touch, if I asked her to. I was slow and methodical in my licking of her, using only my tongue and lips to devour her, without making her come. We both knew it was definitely just that. Delicious torture.

Her moans had grown louder, not enough to scream, but enough to be distinctly heard if someone was nearby. I looked up at her and brushed my thumb lightly against her clit, knowing just how swollen and sensitive it had become, watching her shudder as I did so. Her mind would have been too consumed by the pleasure she was feeling to hear the semi-audible crack of a twig nearby. I turned to look, and saw a figure just across the lake, not fifty metres from us. They weren't quick enough in their dashing behind a tree for me to not see them, and I turned back to look up at Naomi, her mouth open as her ragged breath escaped her lips. I got back onto my feet, and placed my hands at my sides. "There is someone close by." I said, quietly. "They have seen us."

I watched as she bit her bottom lip hard, and her body shuddered almost violently. Her hands strained against the cuffs, as I smiled, her groan one of pleasure as her body moved involuntarily. "Fuck..." The word left her lips almost in an incoherent manner as her body trembled.

"Did you just come?" I asked, as I circled behind her.

"Yessss..." She whispered.

I looked past her body, to see the figure reappear from behind the tree. Their footsteps were cautious, and I noticed that it was a woman, wearing those three-quarter spandex pants and a running vest. Tentatively, she stood next to the tree and leaned against it, transfixed by what she saw. I reached around Naomi's body and opened her shirt wider, sliding my hands up her body to play with her nipples, and she gasped and groaned at my touch. I let one of her nipples go, trailing my hand down her stomach and not stopping until my fingers reached between her legs, running my middle finger along her slick folds. She shivered once more, and I wrapped my arm around her stomach, lazily stroking her clit as her hips rocked towards my hand for more contact. "I'm going to take the blindfold off. Look across the lake, you'll see her. Do not take your eyes off her, understand?"

"Y-yes."

I reached up and unfastened the blind fold, tucking it into my back pocket. Naomi gasped as she noticed the woman watching us. "You know what I'm going to do now, don't you?" I asked, my voice low, as i unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

"Fuck me."

"Exactly." I said succinctly, as I slid my jeans partway down my thighs. Our purple friend popped out, and I slid the warmed head of it up her inner thigh, and then between her soaking wet folds. It was almost criminal how wet she was, and just how easily I slid the purple shaft inside her, but what really drew attention was the loud groan that left Naomi's throat as I did so. Once it was all the way inside her, I felt her body shudder again. "She's going to watch you get fucked." I said, as I took her hips in my hands. I pulled back and then thrust back into her slowly, hearing her ragged gasping as I kept a slow rhythm in and out of her. I reached ti her shirt and pulled it open further, exposing more of her naked body.

"Christ!" Naomi groaned louder, as I began to speed up my thrusts inside her. "Oh god..."

"That's it, beautiful..." I murmured. "I want her to know how much you like getting fucked." I thrust into her harder to accent my words, and the effect didn't disappoint, as she emitted a louder, more needy groan. I lifted her shirt up to her shoulders and sucked at her shoulder blade. "You are mine." I growled, thrusting into her harder once more.

"Yours! Only yours!" She moaned louder, her hips rocking backwards against me. I looked towards our spectator, the both of us watching her as she shuffled against the tree and watched us openly, sneaking her hand into her pants. "Oh god, Em..." She moaned.

"I'm going to make you come so hard, you see stars..." I murmured, taking both her hips in my hand and thrusting faster into her. "I want you to scream so loud, she knows just who is getting you off. I want her to go home knowing that whatever she has is nothing compared to this!" I said, pushing my hips harder against her once more.

"FUCK...please!" She cried out, as her body shuddered hard against me, the only other sound being the creak of the leather, and the sought rattle of the chains that held her upright above our heads. I felt her cry make its way into my ears and weave its way through my system, pooling with the rest of the arousal at the pit of my stomach, and moaned with her, increasing the power of my thrusts into her. Each one was met with a louder noise, a grunt, a groan, a cry that spilled from the lips of my lover, and as the pleasure peaked within the both of us, she let out a loud, incoherent scream as I thrust my hips hard into hers and we shuddered as one, involuntary spasms rocking us both to the core.

Over Naomi's incoherency, I heard a soft moan, that definitely didn't come from either one of us. I looked to see the woman slouching against the tree, a slight, yet still noticeable tremble in her body as he hand slid out of her pants. She gave us a sly grin, turned away from us, and clumsily began to jog away on some very wobbly legs.

"Jesus..." Naomi whispered, breathlessly. I slid out of her and reached up to undo the cuffs around her wrists, which fell more or less limply to her sides, and helped her to the blanket, laying her down. I unstrapped myself, tossing it to one side, and kissed down her stomach, using my tongue to gently stroke and lick at the evidence of her pleasure, though not to arouse further, and then slowly kissed up her body, placing my lips against hers and accepting her tongue as it greeted mine in a deep, slow kiss. Once her lips parted from mine, she looked at me with a slightly cheeky grin. "I think i traumatised a bunny rabbit." She said, biting her bottom lip.

I looked at her wide eyed, and then began to giggle. "Oh, baby..." I said kissing her again. She wrapped her arms around me and drew me close to her, and I slid my hand around her naked waist. She kissed the top of my head softly. "How are your shoulders?" I asked.

"Mmm...little achey." She replied, her voice still having that dreamy tone.

"Oh, that won't do. Come on...roll over." I said. Without question, she did as I asked, and I straddled her legs, sliding her shirt down her back and beginning to knead her shoulders with my hands. She groaned softly, in contentment as I did so. After a good few long minutes, I kissed across her shoulders, and she giggled under me. "Better?"

"Mmhmm."

I slid off her and laid next to her. I got up, and naomi watched me as I went to the tree and unwound the chain from around the thankfully sturdy limb it was looped around. "I don't know about you, but I've worked up an appetite..." I said, reaching for the backpack and taking out the lunch box. I opened it up and took out the sandwiches, by which time Naomi had rolled into a half reclining position, pulling her jeans up as she did so, and doing them up in the process. I handed her a sandwich. She grinned at me, cheekily. "Come on, beautiful... You need to get back the energy we lost."

"Oh?" She said, raising an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"Mmm...so that when we get back to your mum's you can take me upstairs and fuck me senseless, like your eyes are telling me you want to do."

She blushed a shade of pink. "Busted." She smirked.

"Indeed...now eat up!" I laughed.

When we got back, it was late afternoon. Gina was in the kitchen when we got back, and greeted us with her usual cheery smile.

"How was your picnic?"

"Oh, very lovely." I said, with a sneaky smile. "Naomi saw a rabbit!"

"Er...yeah...hopped off before I could get close enough to say hello, though..." Naomi said, offhand.

"Aww, well, it sounds like you had a lovely time. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours, shall I give you a shout when it's on?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit tired after all that walking...I could do with a lie down. Em?"

"Sounds like a plan. We walked for ages..." I said, following Naomi up the stairs.

When we got into her bedroom, we erupted into a fit of giggles. "Oh, that poor rabbit." Naomi smirked.

"Now, Miss Campbell... I believe you mentioned something in the way home about being naked and entangled..." I said, beginning to strip off my shirt.

"Indeed, I did, Miss Fitch..." She grinned in reply.

We finished stripping each other naked, and then true to Naomi's thoughts, we tangled around each other, not frantically, but delicately, making slow love, as opposed to the earlier frantic nature of our coupling. We lay side by side, hands between each other's legs, trading kisses, and strokes, until we were sated and satisfied.

Because that was the thing about us...whether it was frantic, sneaky, explicit or otherwise, we always left each other breathless, and content in our love and desire for each other.

A/N#2: I'm really glad Emily found a strong tree, aren't you? *smirk*

Reviews welcome...as always.

*tips hat*

Until next time?

~GN~ xo