A/N: Hiyo! Have no fear, there is actual plot in this chapter. Contain your gasps. But also have no fear, there is also smutty goodness to be found, too. So, here is your Cigarette Warning™.

I want to thank everyone who has been reading, following, favouriting, reviewing, etc... You're all such a lovely bunch of folks, and I do this as much for you as I do for myself. This story is going to finish in a few chapters, but I sense another one will be on the way, because as I explained to djyxa, I can't leave this incarnation of our favourite characters well enough alone. So, stay tuned...and yes, I know I have other stories to finish, so I will be dusting off some cobwebs as well, most likely.

Oh, and...not a lawyer, so parts of this chapter may not be totally correct. Whatever, it's a story, get over it!

On with it...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Skull candles are awesome! Any and all typos got drunk on vodka and passed out due to a skull shaped chocolate cake food coma.

(Naomi POV)

(A week later)

I'd had no time to take an extra days off after the weekend, seeing as we were due in the magistrate's court on Friday for Richard to be dealt with. Hunt had agreed that it was better for me to prosecute his case, seeing as it had nothing to do with McClair and his shifty sneakiness, and mine and Emily's relationship had not come into question with Richard's legal team at all. Plus, he had said it would be good for me to get the experience, still being relatively new at the corporate law gig, and he would be in hand should I require assistance, anyway. Not that he thought I needed it, he pretty much let me destroy McClair the first time, and admitted to me in confidence that if I wasn't with Emily, he would have tried it on with me after that case. He said in good humour, of course, and Emily was even in the room at the time, and gave him a possessively raised eyebrow, but Mike raised his hands in surrender, and said it was meant in good humour, and from the tone of his voice, we knew it to be true. And, of course, he knew Emily and I were together, at any rate.

It didn't stop Emily from shagging my brains out against her desk later to reaffirm her dominance over me, but...that is another story for another time, yeah?

Anyway, now we were in court number two, at the City of Westminster Magistrate's Court, awaiting the judge's arrival for the start of the case. It was a little before nine, Hunt was sitting in the middle seat of the defence bench, and Emily was on the right end, and I was on my feet in front of it, leaning over and sorting through some papers. I just have been fidgeting from nerves, because my phone went off in my pocket.

"Relax. You'll be fine. I have faith in you, remember? xEx"

I looked up and saw Emily smiling back at me. A door opened to the right of the room, and the bailiff called for everyone in the courtroom to rise. I quickly got back behind the defence bench, to the left of Mike, as the judge came into the chamber and took his place behind the bench. The took was engulfed in silent, punctuated only by the faint hum of the overhead lightning.

"Erm, be seated." He said, in his deep voice, as he sat down. Those of us gathered in the court sat in our places, apart from the bailiff, who handed the judge some paperwork.

"Good morning, Your Worship. This is the first matter for the morning, case number F2526B. The matter of Argyle vs Fitch Holdings." The bailiff said.

"Thank you. Counsel for the defence?" The judge asked.

A lawyer sitting to the left of Richard got to his feet. "John Steyn and Andrew Corman, Steyn and Associates."

"And for the prosecution?" The judge asked.

I got to my feet. "Naomi Campbell, lawyer for Fitch Holdings, and Michael Hunt, from Hunt Solicitors."

"Thank you, Miss Campbell. The accused is charged with counts of embezzlement and fraud, as noted by the charge sheet. Miss Campbell, you may make your opening statement."

"Your honour, this is part of two cases that are being tried separately. The accused, Mr Argyle, was in the employ of Fitch Holdings as the company accountant. Over the period of approximately four months, money began to go missing from the company accounts, in small increments. Small enough to be unnoticeable, until my client noticed a discrepancy in the books. Miss Fitch had an assistant double check over the accounts, and the discovery was made of the siphoning off of approximately forty thousand pounds into a separate Swiss account that she had no knowledge of."

"I see." The judge said, as he made some notes. "Go on."

"When the discovery was made, Mr Argyle was called into Miss Fitch's office to explain himself, and then was dismissed for gross misconduct." I continued. "Upon investigation, it was discovered that Mr Argyle was not acting alone, and was also in the previous employ of Bailey Beverages, which had sued Fitch Holdings last year for lack of revenue over what they claimed was a bad advertising campaign. The result in that case was that my client was not at fault, given the clear terms of their contract, and the inexperience of the advertising executive at Bailey, a Mr Frederick McClair."

"Mmhmm..." The judge mumbled, as he took more notes. "Which has what, to do with this case, exactly?"

"The amount stolen from Fitch Holdings was nearly the same amount of £50,000 that was ordered by the court to be paid in compensation to the company by Bailey Beverages." I said. "Mr Argyle was discovered to be in league with Mr McClair, having infiltrated the company and siphoning the money into the Swiss account at his request."

"The other case you mentioned having more to do with it?"

"That is correct, Your Honour. The case against Mr McClair is still pending, as he fled the United Kingdom to Germany, was deported back to the country, and then was badly assaulted while on remand. He is still recovering, and as such, his case is experiencing a lengthy delay before being heard by the court. It is also more complex, as he also has charges under immigration law pending, as well as fraud and embezzlement."

The judge paused for a moment while he made more notes, and I took a sip from the glass of water in the table. He then cleared his throat. "Thank you, Miss Campbell." He said to me, with a brief smile, and I resumed my seat. "Mr Steyn... How does your client wish to plead to these charges?"

Mr Steyn rose in his place, and buttoned up his expensive looking suit jacket. "Your Honour, our client has been forthcoming in his involve in of the embezzlement and fraud charges of this case. He has no prior convictions, and has been, in general, cooperative with authorities in handing over information with regards to Mr McClair. He is aware that what he has committed is an offence, and does not deny any of the charges. He has voluntarily cancelled his membership of the Association of Chartered Certified Accountants, knowing full well that a conviction recorded against him will likely make him ineligible for membership, and will blacklist him with the Financial Services Authority. We therefore pray that the court will be lenient when imposing sentence upon him." Steyn explained.

"Very well. Mr Argyle, would you please rise?" Richard stood in his place, dressed in a black suit with a light blue tie. "Richard David Argyle, you are charged with one count of corporate embezzlement, one of collusion to commit fraud, and one of corporate fraud. These are very serious charges, which will result in convictions being recorded against you, which most certainly will make you ineligible for membership of the ACCA. How do you plead to these charges?"

Richard swallowed, and cleared his throat before he spoke. "Guilty, Your Honour."

The judge nodded. "Very well, as you have pleaded guilty, I will retire for a ten minute recess to consider sentencing." He banged his gavel, and the bailiff once again called for those present in the court to rise in their place. The judge exited the room, and the door shut behind him.

Neither Emily nor I had spoken to Richard since he had sacked him. He caught my eye as he looked over at our table, and I noticed he looked thinner than he had the last time I'd seen him, and looked as though he wanted to disappear altogether. The thing was, he probably knew he was going to jail.

"Hey..." Emily's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Alright?"

I looked at her and nodded, rearranging my papers in front of me and closing the folder.

"Very well done, Naomi." Hunt said. "True, there wasn't much to argue, but you put the case forward very well."

"Even though he's pleaded guilty?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

"Even so. It's not always about cross-examination and wearing witnesses down, you know? We knew he was going to plead guilty, anyway... The point is that you stated the case strongly, and didn't flinch." He said.

"Uhm...ok." I said.

"Told you I have faith in you!" Emily said, making me blush.

I didn't get time to respond, as the bailiff called for all present to rise once more, and the judge made his way back into the court.

"Be seated." He said, after banging his gavel once more. As we all sat down, he placed his glasses on the end of his nose, and perused the paperwork in front of him. "Mr Argyle, would you please rise?" Once again, Richard stood. "Mr Argyle, as you have plead guilty to the charges brought against you, there is no need for any further arguments to be heard. This is a very open and shut matter, and due to your plea, I see no reason to disagree. I therefore find you guilty of one count of corporate embezzlement, one count of corporate fraud, and one of collusion to commit fraud."

"As expected." Hunt said, quietly.

"As you have cooperated with police, and due to the voluntary cancellation of your membership to the ACCA, this is, of course, to be commended on your behalf, as you have done so willingly. However due to the serious nature of these crimes you have committed, I see no option but to impose a custodial sentence, a maximum of two years for each count. I also request that your lawyers apply on your behalf to the FSA to have you blacklisted permanently from this day forward.. Mr Argyle, you have not only behaved in a matter that is fraudulent under the law, you have also betrayed the trust of a client, and perhaps time in custody will allow you to reflect on your actions. Theft in the corporate world is a very serious crime, Mr Argyle, it is a white collar crime, but more damaging in some cases than crimes of a violent nature. The dishonest manner in which you have deprived a company of its' earnings is deplorable, and should not go unpunished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Honour." Richard replied, bowing his head.

"Very well. You are to be taken from this place, and processed forthwith. That is my judgement in this matter." The judge banged his gavel. "Bailiffs?" The bailiffs put Richard in handcuffs and led him out of the courtroom. "Now, Miss Campbell, you said there was another matter relating to this case?"

I stood to address the judge. "That is partly correct, Your Honour. We have been in constant contact with Detective John Smith of the London police, and he is keeping us apprised of the situation with regards to the medical condition of Mr McClair. Currently he is still recovering from his injuries incurred in the assault upon his person whilst on remand, and as yet we do not have a court date due to the considerable amount of paperwork related to his case."

The judge nodded. "Very well." He made some more notes. "That matter shall of course be heard by the court at a later stage. That is all, parties are excused." He banged his gavel once more, and both the defence table and our table rose to leave the courtroom.

It was while I was at the front desk, handing in my visitor's identification that I heard a throat clear behind me. I turned around to see Steyn, the defence lawyer standing behind me. He nodded his head to a side corridor, and walked towards it. God knows why, but I followed him. "Hunt tells me you are barely out of university?" He asked, a cocky expression on his face, marked by his square shouldered stance.

"I wouldn't say barely. A year and a half, now." I replied.

He scoffed. "Darling, you're still a child in our profession." He said, the sleazy tone of his voice making me wary as he looked me up and down. There was something about his manner that I did not like one bit. "He also tells me you are still studying part time, is that correct?"

I nodded. "That's right, my original degree is in criminal law, but as I work for Fitch Holdings, I need to get up to speed on corporate, so I'm taking another degree."

He nodded this time. "You like your job, at Fitch?"

"Very much, I'm well looked after."

"Don't suppose I could steal you away, then? I can match whatever you are paid at Fitch. Plus...extra benefits." He drawled, again looking me up and down as he stepped slightly closer.

I raised my hands between us. "Mr Steyn, if you please. I can assure you that on the one hand, I'm perfectly happy in my current employment. And on the other, you're not my type." I said, defensively, before straightening my satchel and turning on my heel.

"Pfft... Frigid bitch." He muttered, as I walked away.

I caught the sight of Emily watching me curiously as she straightened up and cautiously started walking towards me. I stopped dead in my tracks, and spun around, shooting him an icy glare. "Hardly frigid." I said, through gritted teeth. "Just a little more selective, and not about to get down on my knees to suck your limp dick, even for the promise of a job." He looked back at me in shock. "Now, I was being polite, but you've just overstepped that mark." I paused before raising my voice slightly. "Fuck OFF. If you ever come near me again, I'll have you arrested." I spat, turning around and walking out of the court building.

How dare he. How DARE he belittle me like that! What gave him the fucking right to try and sleaze himself onto me like that? What-

"Naomi...Naomi!" I barely heard the voice behind me, over the pounding of my heart in my ears and the anger I felt tracing through my blood.

"WHAT?!" I snapped, spinning around and causing Emily to flinch backward slightly. I felt as though a bucket of ice had been poured over me, and covered my mouth with my hand. "Fuck... Christ...sorry, I..." I exhaled a deep, shaky breath. "Jesus...Emily, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

She shook her head. "It's ok." She said, calmly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I..." I paused. "No. No, I'm not. Can we...just..." I felt tears pricking at my eyes. "F-fuck...I'm s-sorry..."

She took my hand and squeezed it. "Shhh... I've got you." She said, softly. "TAXI!" She called out, motioning for a cab, which pulled up right beside us. She opened the door. "Cmon...in you get. We're going home."

I climbed into the cab and sat in the corner with my head against the window, tears slipping down my cheeks as I sniffled. He hadn't even touched me, but in a way, I felt totally violated by what he had suggested. Emily threaded her fingers with mine as she gave the driver our address, and the cab pulled away from the kerb. She reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a tissue, handing it to me. I took it with shaking fingers, and wiped my cheeks dry, still sniffling. Emily was sitting a small space away from me, to give me some room, but then perhaps sensing my need, she slid closer to me and hugged me as we rode in silence.

The passing buildings and pedestrians, and other traffic were a total blur to me, and I only registered the squeal of the taxi's brakes as it pulled up in front of the flat. Emily paid the driver, and led me out of the taxi, the dissipating sound of its motor leaving my ears as she led me up the garden path to the front door. She opened it, and stepped aside for me. "Inside." She said, gently. She had taken my satchel from me in the taxi and still held it in her hand. "Sit down on the sofa, I'll get you a drink."

I kicked off my heels and trudged into the sitting room, curling up in one corner of the black leather sofa. Emily came into the room with two whisky glasses with ice, and opened a bottle of vodka, pouring us both a measure. She placed one glass into my hands. "Here, drink it, you'll feel a little better." She coaxed. I didn't argue, and drank the liquid straight down, feeling the cool burn slide down my throat. I closed my eyes and sunk further into the sofa, feeling the warmth of the alcohol begin to relax me. "What did he say to you?" She asked, calmly.

"Offered me a job." I replied.

Emily laughed briefly. "Seriously?" She asked, in a suspicious tone.

I shrugged. "It was how he said it that was offensive." I said, quietly, meeting Emily's eyes with mine.

"How did he say it?"

I sighed. "He implied I was inexperienced. And then said he could pay me more than you do, plus 'benefits'." I said, using air quotes.

Emily's brow furrowed, and I could tell that it was not out of confusion, but anger. "What sort of benefits?"

"Clearly not health and dental. More the 'I'll only give you the good cases if you suck my cock' type of benefits." I snapped. "You remember how Mike propositioned me, but in a joking way?" Emily nodded. "Yeah, well... Steyn wasn't as joking about it. Undressing me with his eyes, and probably imagining daily lunchtime quickies against the photocopier. The sleazy lot of it. Fucking bastard."

Emily pressed her lips together. "I see."

"And I know how much it pissed you off when Hunt tried it, even if he was joking." I said.

"Oh?"

I nodded. "You marked me, good and proper. I had a bruise on my collarbone for a week after, remember?"

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, I remember, now..." She said, with a dreamy smile.

"I told him to fuck off, that I wasn't interested."

"I figured as much. I'm surprised you didn't kick him in the family jewels."

"It was tempting." I admitted.

"I bet." She smirked.

Emily moved closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder. "It made you angry, didn't it?"

"Yes."

"Why?" She asked.

I sighed. "I hate it when male lawyers think they can just snap their fingers and female lawyers will jump into bed with them. Even if I wasn't with you, I wouldn't. It's just SO..." I paused.

"So...?"

"So...fucking sexist, and demeaning to women, and not to mention the fact I've spent over four years at university, now... He practically said I knew nothing. 'Honey, you're still a child in our profession!'" I said, mimicking him. "It's just proof that to some men, particularly men of power, no matter what my education, I will still be reduced to a pair of tits who is supposed to be gagging for it, and will willingly open my legs for a man. Do you know that cunt had the nerve to call me a frigid bitch?"

Emily's eyes went wide. "What?!"

"Yeah, right after I told him I was happy where I was, and that he wasn't my type."

"Ah." She said. "Maybe I should have stepped in and told him you were hardly frigid." A smirk crossed her lips. I shot her a look, and the smirk dropped from her expression. "Sorry, beautiful." She said, "It was rude of him to offend you like that."

"Apparently Hunt had a word with him. I think they may be old colleagues."

Emily nodded. "I can have a word to him on Monday, if you like."

"It wasn't Mike's fault, Emily." I said.

"I know, but still. He's fond of you, and respects your talent, even if you are young at it. He thinks you're a good lawyer, Naoms."

I sighed, and nodded. "Ok. I reached for the bottle and poured us each another measure of vodka. I cradled the glass in my hand, watching silently as the ice cubes floated in the glass, clinking against the sides.

"Hey." Emily said softly. I turned to her. "At least we got justice, yeah? Richard got six years." I nodded. "So...smile!" I sipped from my drink. She moved closer to me and I felt her breath at my ear. "Not to mention...you were fucking hot while you were stating the case." Her voice was low, and sent a shiver up my spine.

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"Mmhmm..." She nudged her nose against my jaw. Her hand rested on my knee and began to move up under the hem of my skirt. "Have I mentioned how hot you look when you dress for court?"

I felt myself blushing. "Once or twice." I said, as her fingers lightly stroked my inner thigh. There was a distinct throb between my legs, which was repeated when I felt eager fingers brushing against my knickers. I raised my glass to my lips and sipped at least half of the liquid it contained. "But...y-you can always tell m-me again..."

I felt her breath against my neck. "I'm making you nervous..." She said.

I finished the vodka in the glass and set it on the coffee table. "It amazes me that y-you still c-can." I said, softly.

Emily laughed, and kissed my throat. "Hmm...am I making you wet?"

"You could always...f-find out..." I challenged. It didn't take her long to accept as I felt her fingers pushing aside my knickers and running one fingertip gently through the valley in between my folds, making me gasp. I was very aware of the tip of her finger as it nudged against my clit, slowly circling it, and then felt my heart race as she removed her fingers, and indeed her hand, entirely.

I watched her, as with predatory eyes, she slipped the tip of her finger between her lips and sucked it clean. "Delicious."

"Jesus." I whispered.

"What did we say about him?"

"He's n-not invited." I replied.

"Precisely." Emily said. "Now... It's time to celebrate today. Not the thing with Steyn, that was just...well. Let's leave that be, for the time being. Yes?" She added, her masterful tone slipping into her voice.

"Yes, Emily." I said.

"Excellent." She stood up. "Now, I want you to go into our room, and wait for me at the end of the bed."

I nodded, and stood up, stretching and walking into our room, and stood obediently at the bed, my hands at my sides, waiting for Emily to return. She did, a few minutes later, popping her head around the door first. "Close your eyes." I closed them, and heard her moving into the room, past me, and setting something on the bedside table. The next thing I heard, was her voice, right in front of me. "I want to see your beautiful body... Strip for me. Slowly."

Without opening my eyes, I started by shrugging off my jacket, and held it out in front of me, feeling Emily take it from my fingers. My hands went to the waistband of my skirt, and I gripped at my blouse, pulling it out from underneath it, and then, starting from the top, began to undo the buttons one by one, slowly, just as Emily had asked.i could hear nothing in the room except the soft movement of the fabric, and the rustle of it as I slid it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor beside me. I reached behind me and u clasped my bra, sliding the straps from my shoulders and letting it fall beside me, just as my blouse had. My skirt had a zip in the back, and before I could reach behind, I heard Emily's voice.

"Stop." She said, and I abruptly opened my eyes in curiosity. Her hands slipped around my naked waist, and slid the zip down for me, her fingertips tracing back up so lightly against my skin that it made me shiver as my skirt landed in a pool at my feet. In no time at all, Emily's lips surrounded one of my nipples and her tongue went to work on it, her fingers still tracing along my spine. My body arched into hers, and she tugged at my nipple with her teeth, as I moaned. I felt the wetness in my knickers increase as whichever hand of hers wasn't stroking my spine surrounded my other nipple between nimble fingers, and began to lightly rub and squeeze. The other emerged from her lips as she pulled her head back, and lightly blew across it.

If they weren't hard before, they were now.

"Fuck..." I muttered.

"We'll get to that." She replied, in a low, husky voice. Her hand drifted down to my knickers and began to slowly rub against me. "You're damp, my beautiful girl..."

I nodded. "You've m-made me that way."

There was ally smirk on her lips, as she reached for the waistband of my knickers and quickly slid them down my legs, lifting my feet one by one so I could step out of them. I watched her, and then she looked up at me. "Sit." She said. Her tone was so commanding that I sat right down on the end of the bed. She reached beside me, and slipped the blindfold over my eyes,plunging me into darkness.

Oh, I have missed this...

I felt myself being pushed backwards, until I was lying against the pillows. I felt a flutter run through my stomach as one by one, my hands were raised above my head, and cuffed into the position I knew so well, but had not been in for a while, and therefore misses so much. I heard rustling, presumably Emily stepping out of her own clothes, and then felt movement as she got into the bed and straddled my hips. "Comfortable?" She asked.

"A-always." I said.

"Good." She said, as I heard a rattling to the right of me, and then the distinct sound of some wrapping being taken off something. "I thought of the perfect way to celebrate today's events...and I think you will agree."

"Oh?"

"But first... I want to hear your thoughts." She said, and I felt my brow furrowing. "Tell me... What do you know...of temperature play?"

I swallowed. "Um...using h-hot and c-cold sensations to...arouse?"

"Very good." Emily replied, leaning over and kissing me softly on the lips. I heard a squeak, and a loud pop, and then more rattling. Then, I felt something very cold drip onto my skin, just under my throat. The dripping continued, slow, chilly little droplets, down between my breasts, down my stomach, and then back up again. I couldn't help but gasp at the slight shivery chill of the drops on my warm skin. "You like that..." Emily said.

"Yes." I said, nodding. She shuffled down my body, and then I felt the warmth of her tongue as she followed the warming droplets along my skin. Then, she blew another light breath over my wet skin, and I felt my body shudder under her as I moaned at the cool sensation. Soft, delicate kisses followed, and then, her light breath against my skin, along with cool droplets once more. The throbbing between my legs grew more intense, and I gasped as I felt an even colder sensation against my skin. Ice cold...freezing. Several deep breaths left my lips as an ice cold trail crept up my skin, and I moaned again softly as it paused between my breasts, and shivered as the cold sensation moved toward my nipple.

At that precise moment, I felt what seemed like too many sensations to allow my brain to adjust to them in order. First, the sensation of cold, hard wetness on my nipple, that made me shiver. Second was the shock of contrasting warm heat of Emily's tongue as it carefully licked the stiff peak, easily returning the warmth to it. My wrists strained against the cuffs, as my back arched into her touch, wanting, needing to grab onto her, but unable to because of my restraint. That sent another sensation through me, the one of lack of control that should have normally been a red flag, but because Emily was above me, because I knew she would not hurt me, I was safe. I knew this was for my pleasure, and the pleasure I felt just increased tenfold as I let the strong tingling sensations I felt consume my body from head to toe.

People talk about the best thing they've ever felt, whether it's mountain climbing, a runner's high or being fucked off their head on MDMA and booze. There is nothing for me that compares to the dazed feeling I get of being naturally high when Emily takes her control of me. I've read so many different accounts, both of those who casually engage in dominant/submissive activities, and those who do it as a lifestyle. What I picked up on was that it's different for everyone. The common understanding was that the misconception society has of the dynamic of the relationship is all wrong. People may see it as slavery, or like the submissive is doing things against their will. They see it as being "wrong" because they do not understand the dynamic behind it. Consent is everything in that type of relationship. People see a naked woman on their knees, being led around on a collar, and a lead, and they think it's degrading. It's not for me, of course, but it took me a while to understand that the woman being led? She wants to be led. She does it not out of lack of self respect for herself, but because she wants to please the person leading her.

Me, I didn't have issues about authority, or some deep seated, long harboured need to be dominated. I didn't even really think much of it until I'd met Emily. What she had said made sense about me, though... Being in a job where I had to control people's perceptions and sway opinions. It was nice to relinquish all that and let her have her way with me. She always told me that it was for my pleasure, my benefit. Emily has never wanted to just take from me in a sexual manner, we have always been eager to give each other satisfaction. From the very first time I'd mad her come, I wanted to do it again. And then, I'd wanted to learn how to do it...better. And I did want to please Emily, as much as she pleased me. In all ways. Our relationship... It's many things. We are good friends, we converse, sometimes we do argue, but it's about minor things, and we let each other cool off before it gets too destructive. We love to watch television as much as we love to share a meal, and we like to fuck as much as we like to make love. We fit each other perfectly, and it's something that never fails to surprise the both of us.

"Still with me, beautiful?" Her husky voice enquired, the vibration of which brushed against my damp breast.

"Yeah..." I said, dreamily. God, how long had I been lost in my thoughts?

I heard the rattle beside me again, and then felt the alternating sensation of heat and cold trailing up my arms from my wrists, and then all across my chest, my stomach, and further down my thighs. By the time she was finished, I was quivering all over, and didn't even know how long she had been doing it. My hips were rocking, wanting her to at least touch me, but I knew how she was...she wouldn't just yet. If nothing, Emily liked to be slow and methodical, when, of course, she wasn't building me up and then keeping me on edge, or simply shagging my brains out. But this time, all she had done was simply trace over me, with what I assumed to be...

"Ice..." I said.

"Yes." Emily replied. Her hands traced over my wet skin, which amplified the sensation just a touch to make it more...there, as did the light breeze she was blowing across my skin. I felt her weight shift above me, and then her lips at my neck, slowly sucking my skin, making me squirm a little more. The sensation became greater, and a moan left me as it peaked, a warm shiver shooting through me as I rocked up against her.

"Jesus Christ..." I muttered. "You...ruin me...you ruin everything in me, and I LOVE

it..."

"In a good way?"

"The best way." I groaned. "Fuck...I love you...so much, I..." The words died in my lips, and another impassioned groan left me as my back arched upwards. I felt Emily's arms slide underneath me as I sunk back into the mattress and tighten around me.

"Shhh...it's ok. I've got you. You know I'll never let you go."

"Ems..." I muttered, my voice showing desperation. "Need to...please..."

One of her hands reached up and uncuffed my wrists, and I wasted no time in wrapping my arms tightly around her. I heard her exhale deeply as I hugged her to me, and I couldn't help but rain soft, light kisses against her skin as I did so, not really one hundred percent sure of where I was kissing her. Unable to stop myself, I rolled us over until I was on top, and felt for her wrists, pinning them down against what felt like the pillows that graced the top of our bed. With one hand, I reached up and slipped the blindfold off my head, meeting Emily's wide, almost black eyes with my own. They were curious, and begging... Begging me to do what I wanted to do to her. I stole a sideways glance at the bottle that was in the wine cooler on the bedside table, and wasted no time whatsoever in trapping Emily's wrists above her head, and quickly cuffing her.

I took the bottle out of the wine cooler and read the label. "Peach sparkling wine?" I mused. "What was your plan with this then, I have to wonder..."

Emily tried to reach for me, her movement hindered by the restraint of her wrists. "Fuck... I was going to drip it all over you...and lick it off..."

"Part of your temperature play?" I asked, curiously.

"Maybe. It's cold, if you..." She said, her eyes flicking down her body.

"Oh..." I said, tipping the bottle so that a little of the liquid spilled out over her skin.

"Fuck!"

I broke into a wide grin. "Like that, huh?"

"Yeah..." Emily replied, breathless.

I followed the wet trail I had dropped along her skin with my tongue. I dropped a little more onto her, watching the rivulets of liquid travel down her body, catching the trail with my tongue and licking upwards, until I reached her nipple and caught the stiff bud between my lips, biting it gently as I sucked the fruity liquid from it. Emily gasped, and her body strained as it arched towards me. I let out a devilish giggle, and pulled backwards, sitting up and taking a swig of the wine from the bottle. I looked her in the eyes as I swallowed. "Not bad...tastes better off your body, though..."

"And yours?" Emily challenged.

I tipped my head back and laughed. "Oh, I think you'll find that out..." I said wickedly, holding the bottle upwards and tipping it towards me and letting the wine spill over my chest, tensing a little a d moaning softly as the chill of it dripped over my skin. I set the bottle on the bedside table and leaned forwards, until Emily got the point of my actions and leaned her head up to let her tongue lick at my wet nipples. "Oh..." I murmured, as she delicately licked and sucked each one in turn, the sensation of which found its way between my legs in short order.

"I agree...tastes so much better off your body, too..." She murmured, in between kisses and gentle licks along my chest. "Only one part of you tastes infinitely better..."

I looked down and gave her a wolfish grin. "Oh yeah? No prizes for guessing?"

"You can guess...I'm interested in your knowledge..."

I leaned down and merged her lips with mine in a deep kiss. "In that case, I think you should..." I said, gently biting her bottom lip and then crawling up her body until I unlinked the cuffs from the railings, freeing her hands. I took her wrists in my hands and placed them on my hips as I knelt straddling her face. "Show me." The devious grin she gave me was nothing in comparison to the slippery sensation of her tongue as it slipped between my already wet, sensitive folds, nor her lips as they began to nibble at my swollen clit. I let out a low moan as she began to devour me, with movements that were eager and methodical, and definitely pleasurable. Her hands squeezed my hips, not too title, just enough to pull me closer, and then my hand gripped the talking tightly as a sharp spank landed on my arse cheek. "Fuck..." I hissed, the sensation sending a shock through my body.

"Is that a request?" Emily asked, pulling her lips back. I felt the subtle vibration of her voice against my wetness and whimpered. She spanked me on the other side. "Answer me."

"Fuck...yessss..." I groaned, and without skipping a beat, Emily's tongue was back flicking against my clit and two of her fingers speared into me, pushing deep and twisting. My fingers gripped the railing tighter, and my hips rocked involuntarily against the intrusion of her fingers, and somehow she just knew not to waste any time, thrusting her fingers inside me, curving them, and sucking my clit between her lips, determined to make me shudder. I reached down and slid my fingers through her hair, trying to get her closer to me, if it were possible, as i clenched down on her curving fingers, indeed starting to shudder above her. Her other hand spanked me again, pushing me closer, and then again, causing a sensation overload that had me crying out as i stiffened above her, my head leaning against the railing as I breathed hard, shaking as the orgasm struck me like pure electricity.

My forehead gently bumped the wall as I tried to brace myself against the railing, breathing hard. "Jesus..." I gasped. I looked down to see Emily's fingers slip out of me, and noted the predatory look in her eyes as she surrounded them with her lips and sucked them clean. I groaned as I shifted to lie down beside her, letting her pull me close and kiss my lips, tasting myself on her tongue. "God, I love you." I said.

"And I love you." She replied, reaching over for the bottle of wine. She sat up slightly and took a long drink, handing it to me. I did the same and set it back on the bedside table. Her fingers lightly stroked my skin as we settled against each other, and she kissed the top of my head gently. "Baby?"

"Mmm?"

"Thank you for what you did today." She said, her voice full of emotion. "You stood up for me, and I appreciate it, so much."

I looked up and met her eyes with mine. "I wouldn't think of doing anything less." I said. "And thank you... For being there for me."

"I will be there to protect you as I love you...with all of my heart."

I sighed and hugged her close to me. "You're not just my dominant. You're my best friend. My colleague. My lover. You're the person I trust the most, above everything." I said, quietly. "I'd be lost without you."

"Oh, beautiful." She pulled me closer to her. "I won't ever let you be lost."

She kissed me slowly, we entwined ourselves with each other, and rested for awhile. After the long day, and the gymnastics, we needed a short break to just recharge ourselves.

A/N#2: Collective sighs, anyone?

Reviews welcome, as always...

Now, I have a couple of dirty ideas up my sleeve, one in a roundabout way courtesy of my partner-in-crime mynameislizzie, and one or two that may have yet to materialise properly. So, stay tuned, my little smutlings.

Until then,

~GN~ xo