A/N: Well, hello...again...

Now that I've recovered from my weekend of drunken debauchery, I've managed to knock this chapter out. It's just the right combination of plot, sweetness, and just the right amount of dirty for you lot to keep you ...er...entertained. Or aroused. Or both...hahaha... Cigarette Warning™ in full effect. :-P

Right, on with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. A whole bottle of vodka makes for a messy ending and a very hungover gnome the next morning. Ugh. Any and all typos are a myth.

(Naomi POV)

(Two weeks later)

I had spent almost every spare minute in the first of the last two weeks with my head buried in textbooks. I had taken a leave of absence from the office, and was concentrating on studying for my upcoming week of exams. I had one week off for study, then two exams in the following week, one on the Monday, the other on the Friday. Because I was studying part time, it was going to take me twice as long to get my degree in corporate law, which disappointed me somewhat, but even so, I was still glad to have a job where I was learning lots in the field I was studying. In any case, the first exam I was confident I had done well in, and the second, I wasn't quite sure I had the total grasp of the subject matter. Emily, on the other hand, assured me she had confidence in me, and that seemed to make me feel a little less nervous about it. The results wouldn't be out for another week or so, and I was just glad to have something of a reprieve for a few weeks, as well as time to allow my brain to de-stress.

In a few days, Emily and I would be in court for Richard's hearing, and as for McClair, he had been so badly beaten that his recovery was slow going. The doctors were satisfied that there had been no permanent damage to his brain, and he was deemed to be a very lucky man. The bad news, though, was that his trial would be delayed until he was fully recovered, the process of which could take weeks, if not longer. The silly fucker refused to plead guilty to the charges of embezzlement, after all, so rather than cop to a plea bargain, he was prepared to have it all dragged through court. Of course, Emily and I had deducted it was purely to get Emily's name in the tabloids, and trash her reputation a little more. She had to do a bit of damage control after he had tarnished her company's name, but it turned out the existing clients were satisfied with her services, and as it turned out, word of mouth was more powerful than the ravings of a man with a personal grudge against Emily.

In fact, they even wished her success in court.

Because I had been studying so much, Emily and I had not found too much time for intimate pursuits, apart from a couple of mornings where one of us would wake the other up in our own special way, but I put in a lot of late nights studying, and by the time I got to bed, I wanted nothing more than to just be wrapped up in a warm embrace because my eyelids were just about to close.

"Does it bother you, that I'm so tired?" I asked her, one night as I was about to fall asleep.

She shook her head. "What's important to me is that you do well, beautiful." She replied. "I'm content to just hold you for now."

After my last exam for the week, I sent Emily a text to let her know I was on my way home, though traffic was a pain in the arse, so I eventually did make it home about an hour later than I said I would be. But when I got in, dinner was already waiting for me. Emily had made up some nachos and got some beer in, clearly to celebrate the end of the week, or me having taken my last exam for the block.

"Sit down, beautiful. Take a load off, and relax." She said, handing me a freshly opened Corona with a wedge of lime already slotted into the neck.

So, we ate, and Emily asked me how I thought I did in the exam. The nachos were delicious, with loads of guacamole,and sour cream, just how Emily knows I like them to be made. I told her I thought I had done alright, and she followed it up by telling me once again that she had faith in my knowledge and abilities. Once we were done with the meal, she cleared up the plates and told me to go and sit on the sofa. I was quick to do so, relaxing back into the cushions and finishing my beer. A short moment or two later, Emily came in and sat by my side. I turned to look at her, and she had a small smile on her lips, and the usual wonder she had in her eyes whenever she looked at me. It amused me, for some reason, and I felt my brow crease wi curiosity.

"What is it?" I asked.

She leaned close to me and kissed me, the soft contact of her lips sending a flutter through my body. "I have something for you."

"For me?"

"Mmhmm. Close your eyes, beautiful." I did as she asked, and felt her take my hand, placing something into it. "Ok, you can open them now." Her voice was soft and husky, with just a slight hint of expectation.

I opened my eyes, and looked down, to see a black ring box in my hand. My eyes widened, and I looked back up at her. "Wha-?"

She smiled. "Not quite, beautiful." She said, quietly. "Please...open it."

My hands were trembling as I carefully opened the box, to see a ring sitting in the middle. A simple band of silver, inlaid with red and turquoise stone. "Oh my god." I whispered. "Baby...it's beautiful." I said, taking the ring out of the box.

"You are what is beautiful in my life." She said, taking the ring from my still trembling fingers. She slid it onto my finger. "I wanted to give you a memento to celebrate finishing your exams for the year. The stones are bloodstone and turquoise."

"Blue for me, and red for you..." I whispered.

"Yes. Not that we need anything to symbolise what we have, of course, because we are such a part of each other. But when I saw it, I thought it was perfect."

I looked into her eyes. "It is so perfect. I love it. T-thank you." I said, kissing her slowly. "You mean the world to me, Emily."

"As you do to me." She replied. There was a short pause. "Did you think I was about to..."

I laughed nervously. "God, I can never tell with you." I said. "I suppose I did, yes."

She curled up, tucking her legs under herself, and leaned into me, taking my hand in hers. "I suppose, in time, it might come to that. For now, though...what we have, I am perfectly content with. Aren't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, of course. I agree."

She brought my hand up and kissed it. "There's something else I have for you tonight."

"Oh? You don't have a hidden mariachi band somewhere, do you?"

Emily laughed huskily. "No, beautiful. Couldn't find one at such short notice."

"Haha. Alright, what else do you have for me, then?" I asked.

She stood up, and went to stand in front of me, holding her arms out and looking down at herself. "Me." She said, looking at me with hooded eyes. "You get to play with me all evening, as a reward for all the hard work you've put into studying."

I raised my eyebrow. "Oh, really?" I smirked.

She nodded. "Well, it's been a while since we've..."

"I know. But, you know it's-"

"Because you've been hard at it. Yes."

I took both of her hands in mine. "Is this the point where you admit you've missed fucking me?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

Her eyes widened slightly, as she reached to my chin and untucked my lip. "Now, now... You know what that does... And this is your night, not mine."

I smirked, and reached for her open collar, beginning to slowly undo the buttons one by one. When her shirt was open, I pushed both sides of it apart, and slid my fingertips down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. "My night, huh?" I said softly, as I popped open her button. I leaned close and placed soft kisses on her stomach. "What ever shall I do with you?" I murmured against her skin.

"I know you'll think of something..." Emily replied, my fingers sliding her zipper down.

I stood up, and taking her face in my hands I kissed her slowly, feeling the warm contact of her soft lips against mine. "Well, I do have one idea..." I said, sliding my hand down her arm and linking our fingers together. I turned towards our bedroom and led her to it, stopping at the end of the bed. I sat down, briefly, and let my hands drift to her waist, pushing her jeans and knickers down off her hips, and letting them fall to her ankles. "Step out." I said, watching her as she did so. Then, I stood again and stripped the rest of her clothing from her, leaving her naked to my gaze. Her red hair fell over her pale shoulders, and the pennant on the necklace I had got her for her birthday hung so that the pendant rested just above her gorgeous breasts.

I was still fully clothed, and Emily was watching me curiously. "You're wondering what I'm going to do, aren't you?" I asked, my voice calm and low.

"I am intrigued, yes." She replied.

A smirk crossed my lips, as I raised my hand and palmed her breast, my thumb grazing across the nipple, feeling it stiffen under my touch. I leaned in and kissed her, the touch of my lips soft against her own. I nuzzled the tip of my nose against hers. "Sit down on the end of the bed, and close your eyes." I said. I watched her as she sat down on the bed, leaning back slightly on her hands as she closed her eyes. I went to the oak box, and lifted the lid, the soft squeak barely audible, and retrieved the lack, leather bound journal Emily had given me, along with the high speed vibrator.

I hadn't found much time to write in it lately, with all the study I had been doing, but the last thing I had written in there, I wanted to share with Emily. But with one difference... I shut the box, and stood opposite her, drinking in her beauty with my eyes. Naked Emily was a sight to behold, but naked, quivering, orgasmic Emily was what I was wanting to see. I quietly walked over to the power socket and plugged in the vibrator. She'd used it on me from time to time, the effect of which turned my brain very quickly to mush as I was engulfed in sensation. And now, I was going to repay the favour.

I knelt at her feet. "Open your eyes." I said, the dominance finding its way into my tone easily. Her eyelids lifted, and I was met with the gorgeous warm brown of her eyes. I picked up the journal and opened it, flicking to the relevant pages before I placed it in her hands. "Start reading, from the top of the left page."

Emily raised her eyebrow, and then looked down at the pages. "...I know that I will need to get cracking with study, soon. The only thing that is going to bother me is the fact that Emily and I won't get as much playtime as we normally do..." I placed my hands on her knees and slowly began to move them up her thighs. "...I know this will disappoint and frustrate the both of us, so I've been trying to think of a way to make it up to Emily after my last exam..." I pushed her legs apart, and began to trail my fingertips up her sensitive inner thighs. "...there is one thing I've had as a recurring thought of late, and it has to do with the high speed vibrator that Emily has teased me with on occasion. Oh..." Her voice caught slightly, as I pushed my thumb between her already wet folds and brushed the pad of it against her clit.

"Keep going." I said.

"Ok..." She said, swallowing. "...I know that she likes to read this journal from time to time, she says it helps her to get an insight into how I feel when we play..." I slowly began to rub against her with my thumb, and her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes met mine, and I smirked up at her. "...but what if she were to read it aloud to me, in her husky voice that always has me entranced? How would that make me...feel?" There was a subtle pause in her voice, and then she stopped, her eyes meeting mine once again as i insistently, but slowly rubbed my thumb against her.

"Don't stop..." I smirked.

"Are you going to?" She asked.

"I might...you'll just have to wait and see." I replied.

"It's... distracting." She said, her eyes moving back to the journal.

"I know."

"...would her voice send that shiver of arousal through me...right to the pit of my stomach...or lower? Would I ...stare at her, mesmerised? Would... Christ... Would it lead me into a blissful daze...fuck..." Her voice was becoming more stilted, broken...and it was having just the effect that I suspected that it would on me...and her. "...what if I were to play with her, to place my hand...fuck...between her legs and begin to stroke her...could she..." She paused as her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip as a smile broken out on mine. She moaned softly as her breathing grew more ragged.

My thumb continued to tease her. "Getting close?" I asked. She nodded in reply, her eyes opening and meeting mine with black, wide pupils. I leaned up and kissed her softly. "Lie backwards...get comfortable." I said. I watched as she let her body fall backwards, squirming slightly.

"Do you want me to keep reading?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Christ...ok..." She said, resting the book above her breasts with holding it with both hands. "...there are times when Emily has restrained me and stimulated me until my brain felt like it would melt and dribble out of my ears..." She continued, as I removed my thumb from between her slick folks and let my hands drift down her thighs to her knees, pushing them apart. I began to kiss up each one of them slowly. "...I want her to feel exactly how that feels...mmmm..." Her sentence ended in another soft moan as I spread her folds open and began to tentatively lick between them. "Fuck, that's good..." I chuckled softly as she squirmed slightly and continued to read. "...I don't know if I can... clearly describe exactly how that felt the first time she did it to me, it seems to be something that defies description...fuck... unless you actually feel it..." She stopped for a w moments as my tongue snaked its way around her clit, close enough to be near it, but not close enough to touch it. Her hips began to rock gently as I teased her with my warm muscle.

"Your just going to keep teasing me, aren't you?" Her shaky voice asked, before her fingers slid into my hair.

I ceased my task and looked up at her. "Yes, but keep reading." I smirked, before leaning back down and replacing my tongue to its original position.

"Jesus Christ..." She murmured, as I began to softly, ever so gently flick my tongue against her swollen nub. "...uh...lost my place...fuck...oh. To be restrained and blindfolded... It takes away two senses, sight and touch. But it also takes away movement, which is just as frustrating, in the...best way... Without sight, I focused more on the sensation I was feeling, which made the experience...more involved...oh Christ..." She paused again, groaning as I slowly sucked her clit between my lips, her hips raising towards me, and beginning to rock.

I began to leave soft kisses all around her centre. "I want you on edge. I want you to know how it feels..."

"You're doing a good job of it so far..." Emily murmured.

I slid my tongue down to her entrance and tasted her wetness, licking back up to her clit and lapping at it deliberately, causing her back to arch. "I know." I grinned.

"Bitch." She muttered, breathlessly.

"Yours, though." I shot back. "Keep reading."

Emily whimpered softly, but nonetheless, kept reading as I'd asked, as I continued to kiss across her thighs and other less sensitive areas. "...I want to feel her under me the same way. Not...fuck...necessarily tied up, but aroused to a point where her name doesn't matter. Teasing her with...fuck...my tongue is one thing. Screwing her with the strap on is another. But I want to feel the sense of pride and dominance she felt when she made me come so hard I forgot who I was..." She gasped, as she and I both heard the hum of the vibrator as I turned it on, starting at her ankle and slowly tracing a path up her leg. "Fuck, Naomi..." She muttered.

"Keep...reading..." I said, my voice low and commanding.

"...I want...I want to feel the shocks race through me as I hear the change in her voice...oh god... The strain in it as she fights to...keep composure..." The vibrator was at her knees now, and I wasn't about to stop right there. I began to follow a path up her thighs. "...fuuuck... Ok...I want...her to know...how hard it is to...fuck...keep a straight thought...or any form of...connncentrationnn...CHRIST..." I had finally met her centre with the vibrator, and kept i light pressure against it, the speed of the device still low. I hadn't turned it all the way up yet, but that was clearly my intention. I knelt with my body against her lower legs, trapping her against the bed so she couldn't move, and watched her as she squirmed against the vibration.

"Read..." I said, again.

"I...fuck...n-not s-sure I c-can keep...FUCK!" She groaned, as I eased off the pressure just a little. "God, you're going to torture me, aren't you?"

I gave a low chuckle. "But what delicious torture it is, baby..."

"God, I love you..."

"I know. Keep reading."

"...I want her to feel as I felt..." She moaned as I turned up the speed and gently rested the vibrator against her. "...to be...fuck...engulfed in pleasure, just as I was...ohhhhh..." Her hips began to move as her legs began to try and move, even though I held them as still as I could with my own body. "...fuck...I c-can't...OH GOD!" She cried, as her body stiffened and shook, the journal falling beside her as her hands gripped the duvet beneath her, balling it between her fingers as her hips rocked hard against the vibration.

"That's it...come for me, baby..." I smirked.

Her eyes met mine briefly, a look of total shock in them, right before she threw her head back once more as her body shuddered again. "FUCK YES!" She growled, her hips rocking faster as I pressed harder into her. "Jesus...fucking...FUUUCK!" I kept the pressure on her with one hand, and with the others I slid two of my fingers into her, feeling her wet warmth surround them easily as I felt her fevered grip surround them. "God...yesssss..." She hissed, her back arching upwards and then moving straight back down again as she rocked harder still, her body shaking hard as she cried out wordlessly, another orgasm gripping her and rattling her senses. Her head shook from side to side, and I thrust into her with my fingers, feeling her walls rippling around them. I repressed the vibrator harder into her, and curved my fingers upwards, rubbing her sweet spot and drawing further incoherent words from her. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, crying out another broken moan as her body stiffened completely, before she went totally limp and was whimpering with each breath. With some kind of strength, she gripped at me with her legs, her head shaking from side to side.

I switched off the vibrator and set it aside, slipping my fingers out of her to a soft whimper, and got to my feet, laying down next to her body that was trembling with aftershocks. I pulled her into my arms and held her close to me. "Shhh... I've got you, baby." I whispered.

"Huh...what...fuck..." She murmured.

I chuckled softly, and stroked my fingers through her hair. "Oh yeah...now you know what it's like..." I said softly.

Her fingers gripped into my shirt, and her head lay nestled in the crook of my neck as her breathing slowly settled, and the trembling of her body ceased altogether. "Fuck..." She croaked.

"Are you ok?" I asked, kissing her temple softly.

She gave a weak nod. "That's...how intense it was for you?" She asked, in a soft whisper.

"I knew the words couldn't describe it properly." I said.

"You...had to...show me?"

"Yes."

She sighed deeply as her body shuddered against me. "God..." She croaked. "Now I see why you did that. Is it always like that for you?"

"When you did that to me, yeah, it was. It was so intense... But...every time we are together is an experience. It's not just sex, it's... Something else entirely."

"Damn."

I laughed. "Not many words for it, are there?"

"No." She replied. "Fuck, I feel like my limbs are made of lead. I can't move."

"Yeah...that's pretty much how it made me feel. It's exhausting."

"But so good." She said, I could hear the wicked smile in her voice. "Oh, I'm all worn out, but in the best way..."

"Glad I could satisfy." I smirked.

"You always do, beautiful." She sighed against my skin. I shuffled up the bed and gently pulled Emily up with me until we rested on the pillows. "I think you knocked me completely loose." She said, lazily.

I laughed softly, and kissed her lips. "I promise I'll be gentle for the rest of the night."

"Mmm...what if I don't want you to be?" She said, deviousness in her tone.

I raised my eyebrow. "At least let me give you some time to recover, baby."

"Mmm...that does sound good." She said, with a yawn. "Just let me rest a bit, and then I'm all yours." She added, cuddling into my body.

I kissed the top of her head. "I wouldn't think of doing any less."

A/N#2: I think she got a buzz out of that, don't you?

(Pun intended...lol)

The idea for this chapter came in part from Clayton Cubitt's video project Hysterical Literature, which you can check out on YouTube.

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Until then...

~GN~ xo