A/N: I won't say too much, I'll just let you get on and read this...only to say that this chapter has plot (*gasp*) and a Cigarette Warning™ or two, so conduct yourselves accordingly, my little smutlings.
More at the ending A/N, yes?
On with it...
I do not own skins. Possibly a major bummer. I am not a lawyer, so some of the legal bits might not be totally right, and I've pulled most of it out of my arse (not literally) and from various episodes of tv shows and movies. It's just a story folks, artistic licence and all that. Any and all typos weren't shagged into oblivion.
(Emily POV)
(A month later)
I tire of seeing the inside of courtrooms. This was the day of the McClair trial, and I'm already over it. I've had enough. I can feel his smug gaze on me, and I don't like it one little bit. I've tried not to look at him, and once as he was led into the courtroom in shackles and green prison scrubs, was enough for me. The darkness in his eyes, the slight limp in his walk, and the fresh, jagged scar that ran down his right cheek from the assault, made me extremely uncomfortable to just be in the same room as him, even if he was handcuffs and surrounded by bailiffs. It seemed that he was seen as a flight risk, given that he had already fled the country once, so security around him was doubled. But that still didn't stop him from sneering at me like the smug cunt he was.
Hunt crossed the floor of the courtroom, and buttoned up his expensive suit jacket.
"Would you state your name and occupation for the court, please?" He asked.
"Emily Fitch. I am Chief Executive Officer of Fitch Holdings, a marketing company." I said.
"You started the company, is that correct?"
"Yes. I started it in 2009, while doing a business degree at London University."
"And what was the nature of your business to begin with?" Hunt asked.
"I was doing public relations for local music groups, getting them advertising space in local papers and magazines." I replied. "It fit in with my study schedule and was relevant to the coursework I was doing."
"Sort of like work experience?"
"Something like that, yes." I nodded.
"You're proud of your business?"
"Very much so. It's one of my greatest achievements." I said, glancing at Naomi. She was my other one, but I wasn't going to tell that to a courtroom.
Hunt smiled. "Can you describe for the court how you came into contact with Frederick McClair?"
"Mr McClair was the ad tiding representative for a company called Bailey Beverages. They hired my company to design some advertising for their company."
"And a shit job they did, too." McClair sneered.
The judge banged his gavel. "Mr McClair, I will ask you to please refrain from commenting. I will not tell you again." He said,looking down his nose at him sternly.
"Miss Fitch, your company was sued by Bailey, is that correct?" Hunt asked.
"Yes, it is. We were sued for misrepresentation of their product and brand, over an advertising campaign that was agreed on by Mr McClair. However it was found that we were not liable, given that the terms of our contract with Bailey stated that the responsibility of all final decisions laid with the client, and not us." I explained.
"And this is a standard part of your contract terms?"
"Yes."
"Objection!" Said the grey suited lawyer from the defence table. "I fail to see how this is relevant to the case."
Hunt looked up at the judge. "Establishing motive for the crimes the defendant is accused of, Your Honour."
The judge nodded. "Objection overruled. Carry on."
"What is your impression of Mr McClair?" Hunt asked.
"On first impression, he came across as sleazy. It became even more apparent when he insisted upon the particular advertisement that he chose, which was frankly degrading to women."
"Yet your company suggested it?"
"Yes, but not very seriously. We tried to talk him out of it, but he was adamant that it go ahead. Bailey lost sales as a result, and then decided to sue."
"I see." Said Hunt. "Now, your company suffered loss of a considerable amount of money, is that correct?"
"Yes, it is. A sum total of £41,572 when we discovered the discrepancy. It had been occurring over a period of about four months." I explained.
"So, it could well have been more, had you not discovered it?"
"That is likely correct."
"Objection, that is pure speculation." Grey suit interjected.
"I am trying to establish the motive, if my ,earned colleague will allow me to proceed." Hunt said.
"Overruled. Go on." The judge said.
"You employed an accountant by the name of Richard Argyle for the period of approximately six months, is that correct?"
"Yes, our previous accountant went on maternity leave after giving birth to her child, so we employed him in the interim." I said.
"And when you informed him of the discrepancy in the accounts?"
"He wasn't exactly forthcoming with information. I dismissed him for gross misconduct, and then alerted the matter to the London Police."
"Your Honour, the judgement in the case with Mr Argyle was handed down little over a month ago, and I submit the judgement for your perusal." Hunt said, handing the judge a sheaf of papers. "Miss Fitch, who represented your company in the case against Bailey?"
"You did, Mr Hunt, along with my company lawyer, Miss Naomi Campbell as co-counsel."
"And in the case with Mr Argyle?"
"Miss Campbell."
"Objection! If Miss Campbell is the company lawyer for Fitch Holdings, why is she not prosecuting this case?" Grey suit interjected again. McClair had that smug look on his face again.
Hunt turned to the judge. "Miss Campbell's training is first and foremost in domestic criminal law, Your Honour. She is currently taking a second degree in corporate law, and has enlisted my assistance in this case as I have considerably more experience dealing with matters of embezzlement and international law than she does."
"Very well, I see no point in the objection. Overruled...you may continue."
Hunt raised his eyebrow at the grey suit, and continued. "Miss Fitch, you were able to recover the lost funds, is that correct?"
"Yes." I replied.
"And how was that undertaken?"
I cleared my throat. "My assistant and IT department did some investigation, and it was found that Mr Argyle had siphoned the money off into a Swiss bank account, which was extremely odd, because my company has its account with the Bank Of England. It was then discovered while talking with the detectives that Mr Argyle was previously employed by Bailey Beverages."
"The same company who had sued you?" Hunt asked.
"That's correct."
"Objection! How does Miss Fitch know that my client had anything to do with it at all?" Grey suit argued.
The judge turned to me. "Miss Fitch?"
"Your Honour, the missing money was almost the same amount as was court ordered to be paid to my company by Bailey Beverages. It did seem to be pure coincidence that My Argyle had also worked for the same company previously. But, it was clear that Mr McClair had something against me personally during the Bailey case." I explained.
"I see." The judge said. "Go on, Mr Hunt."
Hunt nodded. "You say that Mr McClair has something against you?"
"That is correct. It would be a matter of court record, of course, but Mr McClair tried to insinuate that my reasoning for suggesting the failed ad campaign was my sexuality. It is my belief that he holds a grudge against me." I explained.
"And why would that be?"
"Upon further investigation it was discovered that Mr McClair was fired from Bailey as a result of the judgement. He did, after all, cost their company a considerable sum of money. If an ad-man in my company cost me fifty grand, I'm not ashamed to say they'd be out the door, too."
"You cost me my fucking job!" McClair spat.
The judge banged his gavel once more. "Mr McClair, keep going and I will charge you with contempt of court, as well." He said.
"Thank you, Miss Fitch. Your Honour, at this time, I have no further questions for Miss Fitch." Hunt said, as he walked back to his seat behind the defence table.
Grey suit immediately stood up, and buttoned up his jacked, puffing his chest out proudly and strutting across the courtroom floor. "Miss Fitch, coming back to the ad campaign, you suggested that because you are a lesbian, is that not correct?"
I watched Naomi stiffen out of the corner of my eye. "No, that is not correct. My sexuality has nothing to do with my business dealings." I said, calmly.
"And yet you employ your lover as your lawyer." Grey suit added.
"Objection!" Hunt said. "I fail to see how that is relevant."
Grey suit turned to the judge. "It has to do with Miss Fitch's credibility, Your Honour." He turned back to his table and picked up a stack of papers. "My client had these photos taken of Miss Fitch and her lawyer. I'd like to submit them as evidence." He handed them to the judge, and I saw Naomi about to shrink into her seat. Her eyes caught mine, and she bit her bottom lip. I shook my head slightly, hoping that my eyes conveyed the two words I wanted them to. Trust me.
The judge looked at the photos, and then looked back up. "These don't look to be that incriminating. Miss Fitch, do you have anything to say to this accusation?"
I looked over at Hunt, who nodded back at me. Honesty is the best policy, he had said, when it came to matters in court. "Your Honour, I met Miss Campbell over a year ago, in a personal capacity. We became acquainted, and as I knew she was a lawyer, I asked her for assistance with the case against Bailey. As she was not up to speed with corporate law, being a young criminal lawyer, she agreed to help me, so long as I enlist the help of a more experienced lawyer, which is where Mr Hunt comes into it. Yes, Miss Campbell and I have a personal relationship, the nature of which is intimate." I said, glancing at Naomi. "However, I employed her in a professional capacity, because I was impressed with her defence of my company. She is a brilliant lawyer, and I trust her implicitly. We have a unique ability to not let our personal relationship interfere with our business matters, and no matter how conflicting it might seem, there is no conflict of interest due to our personal involvement. She is a woman of integrity... and so am I."
The judge nodded. "Very well, I'm satisfied with that explanation. I do agree that your personal matters are not in question here, as it is Mr McClair who is on trial, not your business dealings, and certainly not you." He said. He turned to Grey suit. "Continue."
Grey suit looked worried at that point. He cleared his throat. "Miss Fitch, once you got the money back, why did you pursue the case against my client?"
"Because your client broke the law."
"So did Mr Argyle. Was it not simply sufficient to have him convicted?"
"Objection!" Hunt called. "Mr McClair was not only implicit in the embezzlement, he has also been convicted under international law by attempting to travel on a cancelled British passport. He is also accused of being an accessory to having my client stalked."
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. While that slimy piece of shit McClair was recovering, his trial before the immigration court had been held and he had been convicted in absentia of trying to enter Germany with his cancelled British passport. That accounted for why he was in prison greens, as he had already been sentenced to six months in prison, and a £25,000 fine.
"He has also been charged with conspiracy to commit fraud, as well as opening an account under a false identity. There is also a signed statement under oath from Mr Argyle, stating that his involvement in the embezzlement of the funds from Fitch Holdings was at the behest of the defendant, Frederick McClair." Hunt explained.
"Mr Green?"
Grey suit, or Mr Green's shoulders slumped. "No further questions, Your Honour." He said quietly, walking back to the defence table, looking defeated.
"Miss Fitch, you are excused." The judge said, and I stood, and walked back behind the defence table.
"Mr Hunt?" The judge asked, as Mike stood up once more, buttoning his jacket.
"I call the defendant, Frederick McClair to the stand." He said.
McClair was pulled up by two bailiffs, and helped to the stand. I could swear he was milking his injuries for all it was worth, his limp more exaggerated. I rolled my eyes. Fucking pathetic.
"Would you state your name for the court, please?" Hunt asked.
"Frederick Jason McClair." He said, weakly.
"How did you come to know Miss Fitch?"
"The company I worked for, Bailey Beverages, hired her firm to do some advertising."
"You say worked for. You are no longer employed by them?"
"No, I am not. They unfairly dismissed me after you and that slut Miss Campbell apparently proved that I made a bad business decision." He sneered.
The judge banged his gavel loudly. "Mr McClair, you are on your very last warning. Hold your tongue and be civil, or I will find you in contempt."
"You were unhappy about that judgement. no doubt?"
"I lost my job. What do you expect me to be, joyous?" His tone was spiteful, and he was having trouble holding his tongue. Me, I was seething with rage because of his bad mouth.
"Would you please explain to the court the circumstances under which you were apprehended in Germany?"
"I had left the country to take a holiday. I made my way through France, and was stopped trying to enter Germany. They told me my passport had been cancelled, which I had no knowledge of."
"How were you able to go on holiday, without a source of income? From what your taxation records show, which I submit to the court, you have not worked since you were dismissed from Bailey."
"I came into some money, a relative of mine passed away." McClair said, smugly.
"And yet, no evidence of this can be substantiated." Hunt said. "No lump sums were deposited into your main bank account. In fact...not even when you were dismissed from Bailey. We even have a statement from Frank Bailey, the company director, which says that you were dismissed without severance." Hunt said. "So, I ask again, Mr McClair, how were you able to go on holiday, as you claim, without a source of funds for that holiday?" McClair was deathly silent. In fact, not a peep could be heard, save for the low hum of the lighting in the courtroom.
"Mr McClair, you will answer the question." The judge said. "And I will remind you and you are under oath."
McClair was still silent. "Your Honour, I submit to the court as evidence, the internet logs of Mr McClair's computer, which show that his computer's IP address was used to access the website of the Bank of Switzerland, in order to transfer funds into another account under a false name. This information has been verified with the internet service provider that the computer's Internet connection is registered with. They have corroborated the times and dates as being accurate." Hunt explained, handing the judge a document. "This has also been verified with both the Bank of Switzerland, and the bank with which the falsely named account was registered."
"Jesus. Even I didn't know that." Naomi muttered.
"Mr Green, do you have anything to say?" The judge said, looking up from the document.
Green stood behind the defence table. "I was not aware of any of this evidence beforehand, Your Honour." He said, "I request a recess, to be able to check the validity of the information Mr Hunt has submitted."
"Very well." The judge nodded. "I call a recess until three o'clock. That gives you three hours, Mr Green. I suggest you work quickly." He banged his gavel. "Bailiffs, escort the defendant to the holding cells."
The bailiffs took hold of McClair by either arm, and led him past our table. "Sly. Real sly." He sneered, as he was led past us. "What else do you lezzers have up your sleeve?"
"Quiet, you." One of the bailiffs said, manhandling him and holding him tighter as they went past.
Hunt came and sat down next to us. "I suggest we take lunch in the cafeteria while Green checks the evidence." He said. "My shout."
I poked around the salad on my plate, not really having much of an appetite.
"Mike, what are the odds? Realistically?" Naomi asked.
"The evidence checks out. I wouldn't have submitted it otherwise. McClair is screwed. He knows I have his balls in a vice, and is just playing theatrics to try and avoid the inevitable." Hunt said.
"You didn't tell me about the internet logs." She said.
"I know, and I'm sorry. The evidence literally landed in my lap last night before I knocked off. I didn't have the time to call and let you know." Hunt said. "I figured we needed a little trump card, just in case Green had some plausible story to sell the judge. I've tried cases in front of this judge before, and he takes dishonesty very seriously. He also isn't impressed by the kind of shit McClair is trying to pull."
"The name calling and such?"
"Exactly."
There was a moment of silence before Naomi's hand covered mine. "Are you ok?" She asked softly.
I looked up and gave her a weak smile. "As good as I can be." I said.
"Emily, I wouldn't worry about Green's tactics. You did well, stating the nature of your relationship with Naomi to the judge. It's commendable... You were forthright, and honest. It's a plus in our favour, trust me." Hunt said.
"I know. I'm just not very impressed with some of the things that have been said, that's all." I said.
Naomi squeezed my hand. "I know, Em. Not that I'm defending him, but you know how much of a dick McClair is."
I nodded. "True." I laid my fork on the plate and pushed it away from me. "I don't have much of an appetite, if you'll excuse me." I said, standing up. I left the cafeteria and walked through the hallway of the court, finding a quiet place and sitting on a bench between two stone pillars. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, feeling tears begin to spill out. "Jesus." I muttered, fishing a tissue out of my pocket and dabbing at my eyelids. I heard footsteps coming my way, and looked up to see Naomi coming towards me. I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, and was taken by surprise when she pulled me into her arms and wrapped them around me, hugging me tightly. "Naoms..."
"Shut up...and let me hold you." She said softly. I relaxed into her arms and did as she said. "I know you're angry at him. So am I." I had no response, I didn't know what to say. "I know you feel violated and helpless because of what just happened in court. So do I. It's not every day I get outed like that. Or called a slut by the scum of the earth."
My body tensed in anger. "I could kill him for that." I growled.
"Shhh..." Naomi soothed. "Not so loud, yeah? Remember where we are."
I sighed. "Yeah."
"Look... Hunt said that there's no chance McClair will be found innocent. Not with the evidence he produced, which was a little sly, yes. But he says it will work." Naomi explained. "He's pretty much sunk. Mike was very thorough in his investigation, I knew that even before he pulled out the internet logs. Baby, he's not just a lawyer I recommended because Charles Dewey thinks he's the dog bollocks...he's fucking GOOD at what he does. He's the best."
"Yeah?"
Naomi looked at me squarely, with serious eyes. Her voice was soft, but I knew she meant every word. "Emily, I would not have let anyone else defend your case. I love you too much to not have you be well represented." She said. "I couldn't do it, not just because of the conflict of interest, which was exposed anyway. I couldn't take the risk of that happening, I would have had to recuse myself, and we would be back to square one."
"So..."
"It wasn't out of lack of confidence in my abilities, Emily. It was for you that I did it. I'd do anything for you, personally, and professionally." Her fingers fiddled with my lapels. "Plus, I'm quite looking forward to you fucking my brains out after we win." She said, with a sly smirk. "So..."
I raised my eyebrow. "That confident, huh?" Naomi continued to smirk and nodded. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, beautiful..." I said, kissing her softly. "Thank you. I love you...and everything that you do for me."
She kissed me back. "I love you, too." I stood in her arms for a few moments more, until I felt a buzzing between us. Naomi slid her hand between us and pulled her phone from her pocket, checking the display. "It's Mike. The defence has come back early."
"Is that good?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.
"Seems to be, from his text. Come on, let's go."
She took my hand, and we walked back to the court room. She didn't even let go of my hand as we entered, and only did so as we sat down. The bailiffs then led McClair back in, and called for us all to rise, and we did so, the judge coming through the door from his chambers, and directing us to be seated.
"Mr Green, you have requested that this hearing resume early?"
"That is correct, Your Honour." Green said, standing. "After consulting with my client, and checking the validity of the evidence submitted by Mr Hunt, I have no alternative but to direct my client to change his plea to guilty. It is clear from the evidence submitted that it is wasting the court's time to argue his innocence, and I have strongly advised him that he agree."
"Mr McClair, do you agree?" The judge asked. McClair nodded. "Mr McClair... You will show respect to this court by ceasing to show your contempt, and afford it a verbal answer." The judge said, sternly.
"Fine." McClair spat. "I fucking did it. But she deserved it." He said, pointing at me. "They both did. Those dyke cunts cost me my fucking job!"
The judge banged his gavel hard three times. "MR MCCLAIR, that is ENOUGH!" He bellowed. "I have no choice but to find you guilty of the charges brought against you, and to also find you in contempt of this court, having repeatedly ignored several warnings and continuing with your despicable behaviour. Bailiffs, remove the defendant. This court will adjourn for consideration of sentence, for half an hour." He banged his gavel again, and those gathered in the court once again rose as the judge exited.
"Well, that's one for the books." Hunt mused.
"Fucking prick." Naomi muttered.
"Now now, Naomi... Mustn't stoop to his level."
"True." Naomi said. "So, how long d'you think he will get?"
"Hard to say. He's ended up wasting the court's time, and the judge we have doesn't take to that sort of thing leniently. Like the embezzlement charges Richard faced, he's looking at I'd say at least two years each for those, plus extra for using carriage services to move the money, as well as the false identity, which is very serious. Five years, at least." Hunt explained. "Possibly more."
"Wow."
"Anyway, we will find out soon enough...the urge should be back in the next few minutes."
"But, he said half an hour?" I said.
"Pfft, he does that just to make the defendants sweat. Ten minutes, tops."
Sure enough, less than five minutes later, the bailiffs brought McClair back in, and called for the court to rise. Once the judge had taken his seat and called for everyone else to sit, he began to speak.
"Would the defendant please rise?" He asked. The two bailiffs beside McClair picked him up and held him on his feet. "Frederick Jason McClair, you are hereby found guilty of one charge of conspiracy to commit embezzlement, one charge of identity fraud, one charge of stalking, one charge each of using a electronic carriage service to commit said embezzlement and identity fraud, and one charge of contempt of court. It has been noted by this court that you have spent a considerable time in custody, both as a result of being detained by immigration in Germany, as well as due to your injuries sustained whilst in prison in the United Kingdom."
"Oh." I muttered.
"Wait for it." Hunt whispered.
"However, that has very little to do with the seriousness of the other crimes you have committed. You seem to be a very dishonest individual, and not only that, you seem to have nothing but contempt, not only for this court, but for the rule of law and common decency. It has been noted by this court, that you will stop at nothing to try and discredit the credibility of others, bringing up matters which had nothing to do with your case, namely, the matter of Miss Fitch's sexuality and personal relationship, one of which, is on record as having been brought up by yourself in the last case." The judge continued. "I therefore see it fitting to impose a custodial sentence, in the following order."
"Here we go..." Hunt said, quietly.
"On the count of conspiracy to commit embezzlement, three years. On the count of identity fraud, two years. On the count of stalking, six months. On the count of using an electronic carriage service to commit embezzlement, two years. On the count of using an electronic carriage service to commit identity fraud, two years. And on the last count of contempt of court, one year. In total, I impose on you a custodial sentence of ten years, and six months, with possible parole after seven years, to be served concurrently from this day forward." The judge banged his gavel once more. "Case dismissed."
"All rise!" The bailiff called, and those gathered rose as the judge exited the court room.
As McClair was led out, he tried to struggle, shouting profanities. "I hope you're fucking satisfied, you lezzer bitches! Ten years of my fucking life for you!" His voice became muffled as the heavy door leading to the cells was shut behind him.
"Well." Hunt said. "I'd say that calls for a celebration drink or two at the bar..."
Mr Green, in the grey suit came over to our table as naomi and Hunt were packing up their papers. "Congratulations." He said, politely. "If it's any consolation, I've had no joy in defending that git." He turned to me. "Miss Fitch, I am sorry for bringing up your personal life. He really gave me little choice, he seems to really hate the two of you, and it was really all he would go on about."
I shook my head. "You were just doing what you were hired to do." I said. "He's done it to me before, so I expect nothing less from him. If it's anyone you should apologise to, it's Naomi. She didn't deserve to have her personal life aired in court."
He turned to Naomi. "Then, Miss Campbell, I do sincerely apologise. I also read the transcript of the Bailey case. You did very well, and Emily is right to place her faith in your developing skills."
"Uh...thank you."
"Well, no doubt you have some celebrating to do, so I'll let you get on. Cheerio." He said, with a polite smile as he made his way out of the courtroom.
The three of us possibly looked a little bit bewildered. "Does that happen often?" I asked.
Hunt laughed. "Green is a public defender, Emily. He was most probably assigned to McClair because the idiot couldn't afford his own counsel."
"...Oh."
"It's more common than you think, Ems. I don't miss those days at all." Naomi said, as we were walking out of the courtroom.
"I assume you took on a fair few of those at Dewey, eh, Naomi?" Hunt said.
"Quite. Bottom of the ladder, and all that."
"Well, onward and upward, as they say, yes? Now... About that drink..."
It turned out to be two or three drinks later, at a bar that Hunt seemed to frequent quite a bit, it turned out. It was an upmarket sort of place, but the drinks were reasonably priced, and Hunt was paying anyway. He even ordered some appetisers to go with the drinks, which he insisted, being that he knew neither of us had eaten much that day, given that I only ate half my salad at lunch.
"Shouldn't ever drink on an empty stomach, Emily. It's no good for the soul." He quipped.
"Thanks for this, Mike." I said. "It means a lot to both me and Naomi that you helped. She regards you highly, and I have to say, so do I."
"Oh, it's no trouble. I know I'm well respected in legal circles." He said, with a wide smile. "I was glad to offer my services a second time, and would again, should you require them."
"Well, I hope to be qualified by the end of next year, so with any luck, we won't need to." Naomi said. "But if I ever need any advice, or co-counsel..."
"Consider my offer open." Hunt replied, nodding his head. He finished his drink. "Well, I shall leave you lovely ladies to it, I have a wife to get home to, after all." He said, with a wink. "Don't get up to too much mischief, now."
I laughed. "Oh, perish the thought."
"Cheers, Mike." Naomi added, raising her glass to him.
I watched, as he left the bar. "He didn't mention he had a wife." I said.
"No, he didn't."
I finished my drink, and set the glass back on the coaster. "Shall we?"
"Eager to get home and shag me senseless?" Naomi smirked.
I shook my head. "Just eager to be somewhere quiet with you."
"Oh." She replied. "Ok, then..."
We both stood, and left the bar together, and Naomi hailed a taxi. We both slid into the back seat, and Naomi slid her arms around me as I gave the driver our address. The taxi pulled away from the kerb, as Naomi kissed my neck. "Hmm...I remember we've had some fun times in taxis..." She said, her voice low enough to send a shiver up my spine.
"Dirty girl." I replied, kissing her softly, and feeling a little drunk as I did so.
Her hand rested on my knees and began to slip up my inner thigh. "I think you should let me repay a long...long overdue favour..." She whispered, as her hand crept further up my thigh. She kissed my lips deeply, and I let out a soft whimper as the insistent movement of her hand met with my knickers. I felt the pressure of her fingers as they pushed against me. "I think it's about time I let some of your tension loose..." She continued, the dominant tone slipping into her voice as her fingers pulled aside my knickers and touched the bare skin beneath them.
"Christ..." I muttered, feeling a tingling sensation spread out from where her fingers were touching me, right through my centre and my stomach. She kissed me deeply again, and one of her fingers nestled itself between my folds and began to lightly stroke at my clit. Her eyes met mine in the darkened taxi, and I could see the list in them as she stroked me. I bit my bottom lip, and my back arched closer to her.
"Open your thighs a little more...I want to fuck you, right here, right now." Her voice was growling low and quiet in her throat, so much that I relented immediately and my legs opened further, giving her hand more space to touch me. "That's it..." She said wickedly, as her fingers moved lower and a low murmur in her throat sounded at the increasing wetness she found. "I want to make you...come..." She said, as two of her long fingers speared their way into my body, grazing insistently over the sweet spot inside me.
My hand covered hers, my head leaned back and I couldn't help the moan that left my throat at the sensation of delicious pressure that she kept up with her fingers. I found myself grinding my hips into her hand as she began to thrust and curve her fingers, the sensations that were running through me melting away any remaining stress I felt from the day. Her head dipped, her lips meeting my neck and beginning to suck against my skin, as I cast a glance to the rear view mirror, the female driver taking a good look and getting a good eyeful. My free hand moved up into Naomi's hair and gripped firmly as she continued to suck my neck, marking me. The sensation of her lips on my neck mixed with that of the movement of her now curving fingers inside me, and I groaned, my body stiffening as her thumb began to rub firmly against my clit.
"Go on...come for me." She said, detaching her lips from my neck and then biting softly the same space she had been sucking. Her fingers moved quicker inside me. "I want to feel you let go and lose yourself...right...fucking...now." Her fingers curved harder inside me, rubbing faster, and I felt the tightening in my stomach reach a peak, shuddering hard as the orgasm washed right over me, a muffled cry leaving me as I buried my face into Naomi's jacket.
The sensation consumed me completely until I was panting hard against Naomi's shoulder, and it wasn't until I heard the liquid sound of her tongue licking her fingers that I even realised she had moved her hand from between my legs.
"Wow." Came the voice of the driver from in front of us, as she pulled up in front of our flat. "That was hot."
"Couldn't help it. She needed a little relief after today." Naomi quipped, paying the driver.
"I don't suppose..."
"Sorry, it's flattering of you, but we don't share each other. She's mine, and I am hers."
The driver smiled. "Fair enough, I can dig that. Well, enjoy your night."
"You too."
Naomi led my stunned self out of the taxi, and up the garden path as it drove away. She opened the door, and led me inside, closing it behind us. She then took off her jacket, and stepped out of her shoes, making her way into the sitting room. I stood there with what I'm sure what was a blank expression, still trying to process what happened. "Are you coming?" I heard, faintly. "Oh wait, you already did..." She chuckled.
That devious little...
I collected myself, took off my jacket and shoes, just as she had, and made my way into the sitting room. Then, I froze.
She was already naked, on her knees, with her hands behind her back, her head bowed slightly. She had pushed the coffee table back, and was clearly waiting for me. "Naomi?" She didn't move a muscle. I went and stood behind the sofa, staring at her curiously. "Beautiful?" The second I said that, she looked up at me, respectfully, her bright, blue eyes wide with expectation. The way she knelt was so submissive, that it caught me totally off guard, given that not less than ten minutes ago, she'd reared her dominant head and fucked me in the back of the taxi. "I...don't understand." I said, softly. She looked up at me, almost expectantly, and swallowed. I sat down in front of her on the sofa, and let my eyes roam over her naked body. "How can you be so...submissive after the way you were in the taxi?" She remained silent, but her eyes did not leave mine. "Naomi...please. Speak."
"I am yours." She said, her voice coming out soft, calm and measured. "I've looked after you, today. Now...it's your turn to look after me."
My nature softened. "Oh, beautiful..." I said. "Please...stand up." She did as I asked, and I stood too, wrapping my arms around her naked body and holding her close to me. "Come on." I said, taking her hand and leading her to our room. "Lie down." She laid down on her back, shuffling backwards until her head rested on the pillows. She watched me as I undressed, placing each item of clothing one by one on the back of the chair at the dressing table. When I was as naked as she was, I crawled onto the bed next to her. "I just need you to hold me for a while."
"Oh. I can do that." Naomi replied, pulling me close to her and wrapping her arms around me. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "Are you ok?"
"Yes." I said. "It's just been a long day."
"I know." She said, lightly stroking my shoulder. I yawned. "You're tired?"
"Hmm...I think the drinks got to me. That and someone fucked me in the taxi on the way home." I smirked. "And you call me devious."
Naomi laughed. "I could never be as devious as you, Ems."
I sighed, deeply, feeling very relaxed. "You know... I feel quite content. McClair got what he deserved, and I have you in my arms. I should be jumping up and down and partying, but... I'd much rather just spend the time quietly with you."
"That's fair." She said. "I'm glad we don't have to worry about him anymore."
I softly kissed her neck. "I love you...so much." I whispered. "I am so lucky to have you in my life, and I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."
"I feel the same way." Naomi replied.
I leaned my forehead against hers, and she nuzzled her nose against mine. "Let's go away somewhere."
"Where?"
I shrugged. "Spain...Cyprus, perhaps. A little holiday, just you and me."
"I'll have to find my passport."
I smiled. "I'll help you look in the morning, yeah?"
"You really want to go away with me?" She asked, after a few minutes of silence.
I slipped my fingertips up and down her spine. "Of course, beautiful. I want to thank you for all you've done for me this year."
"You don't need to..."
"I know." I said. "I want to. There's a difference."
"Hmm...you just want to shag me on a beach somewhere, don't you?"
I laughed. "Oh, of course I do. You caught me out." I said. "We'll take a couple of weeks off, Cath and Mark can take over at work, and I'll take you somewhere with water as blue as your eyes."
"What about legal stuff at work?" Naomi asked.
"I'll call Mike in the morning. There shouldn't be anything that comes up, and our contract is pretty well polished at the moment, thanks to you... He offered to help if we needed it, and I'm sure he won't mind being called if Cath and Mark have any issues." I explained.
"Hmm... A holiday would be good. It would be nice to get away."
"Yeah it would." I said. "It's settled, then, yes?" Naomi nodded, and I kissed her slowly. "Now, I know you suggested I fuck your brains out..." I smirked.
"Mmm, I seem to remember..." Naomi grinned.
I bit my bottom lip. "Can it wait? I mean..."
Naomi kissed me softly. "Of course it can. We can rest a while, I don't mind. I'm just happy to have you in my arms, if that's what you need."
"You know I'll make up for it later, right?" I said.
"You'd better... I'm expecting some pretty intense payback."
I grinned, and kissed her slowly. "I wouldn't give you anything less."
I tried to rest a bit. I really did. But the memory of Naomi's hand in between my legs, making me come would not leave me alone.
"You can't sleep, can you?" She said, softly.
"No. I keep thinking back to the ride home." I mused. "I can't get the thought out of my head."
"You enjoyed it, then?"
"Mmm...you shocked me, I think." I said, sitting up and leaning against the railing. I spread my legs open and patted the space between them. Naomi sat up and crawled between them, allowing me to wrap my arms around her as her back settled against my stomach. "I think you deserve payback." I smirked.
"I'm yours to do with as you please." She said.
I pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck softly. "Annnd...what if I want you to do something for me?"
"Like?"
I grazed my lips up to her ear and nipped at her earlobe. "Touch yourself for me." I whispered, feeling her squirm slightly in my arms. "You felt me come...now I want to feel you come...but I want you to make yourself do it." She moaned softly, and her hand drifted down her stomach, ending up between her legs. I felt the rhythmic sliding of her arm gently rubbing against mine as she began to move her hand between her thighs. "That's it... You feel so beautiful and warm in my arms... So alive... Tell me...I want to know how wet you are..."
"Very." She replied, her voice wobbling a little.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah..."
I moved my hands down to her thighs and spread them apart, pulling her knees upwards, and she groaned at the sudden change in her position. "Don't stop, beautiful..." I said, my voice low in her ear. "Did I ever tell you how amazing you feel, every time you come when your body is under mine?"
"N-no..."
"It's such a turn on... When you shiver...when you shudder, shaking uncontrollably under me... Your short, heavy breaths... The..." She groaned as her body arched forwards. "Yeah, that... When you groan as your body tenses and flexes..."
"Em..."
"I know, baby... Let it come. I want to feel you come undone... I've felt it inside you when I've tasted you...fucked you with my fingers, seen you do it when I spank you, but I want to feel it when it's just my words that guide you into it, and your own touch..." I murmured. "There is only one person who knows your body better than I do, and that's you, beautiful..."
"Yeessss..." She moaned, very nearly incoherently.
"So...show me how well you know it." I teased. I slowly stroked my fingertips up and down her inner thighs, knowing the effect it would have. I held her thighs open, watching her as she stroked her soaking wet clit. "I know you're aching to come... You are squirming so much against me...I know your insides are aching to be taken over that edge..."
"Fuck...God yesss..." She groaned, as her hips began to rock harder.
"Mmm... " I kissed her neck and sucked gently at her pulse point. "You were right, by the way...I do want to fuck you on the beach... I want to stand in the water with you, and make you cry so loud it scares the fish...".
"Oh my...Emily...fuck...gonna...OH!" She cried, as her body shook against me and her words were reduced to gasping moans as the pleasurable convulsions wracked and rolled her.
I held her tightly to me, and kissed along her shoulders, her body trembling in my arms as she fought to catch her breath. Her fingers linked with mine as she settled against me, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin. "Hmm...you are so beautiful." I sighed.
"That was...stimulating."
"To say the least?" I smirked.
"The very least."
"Hmm." I smiled. "Hunger satisfied?"
"For now...yeah."
"For now?" I asked, curiosity in my voice.
She turned to face me. "Well...that was me fucking myself... It was pleasurable, but... You do it so much better." She said, with a light blush on her cheeks.
I raised my eyebrow. "Oh, my dear, sweet, sexy Naomi...what am I going to do with you?" I laughed.
She shrugged. "I can think of a few suggestions..." She said, her blue eyes growing darker with each word.
And as for those suggestions? Hmm... That would be confessing...
A/N#2: That's all for this tale, folks! Reviews and rounds of applause welcome, if you feel the need.
Now, for the ending bits... A few reviewers have made comment on how Naomi has never used her safe word. I think the reasons why she never has have been well explored in some of the preceding chapters, namely that her trust in Emily not to cross that line is implicit. Also, Emily cares enough about Naomi to never cross the line either, yes, she does push her boundaries, but let us not forget, she loves her, too, and doesn't wish to hurt her in any way, because to break Naomi would break Emily's heart. I also feel they have an open enough relationship to really not need a safe word, however, it's there anyway, because it was established very early on near when they first met, and their relationship hadn't quite yet progressed into full on "I love you like breathing" territory.
I hope that makes some sort of sense as to why it's never been used... Yes, of course there are some points in this story where one would think "ok, she's going to chicken out", but let's not forget, that in this little slice of AU, before Naomi and Emily met, Naomi herself didn't really know what she wanted out of sex, and this story in particular has been about her awakening into Emily's world, hence the title.
Having said that, I know there are some of you who have read some of these chapters and been intrigued, or possibly even turned off by some of the scenes in this story. That's fine, I know the world of kink isn't for everyone, and I've kept a lot of the more extreme elements out of it, because when it comes down to it, I write stories about love between these two, and in this little world I've written, deep down, even though Emily has experienced the more extreme side of the BDSM world (in a dominant capacity), she loves Naomi and doesn't want to lose her, therefore will not do anything that Naomi isn't willing to try. Let's face it, being restrained comfortably so it arouses is one thing, but being bound to the point where it looks painful and is going to leave marks in the morning isn't very attractive, and is more of a turn off to me than anything. As I wrote in a PM to someone in the course of these stories (borrowing from The Divinyls) "it's a fine line between pleasure and pain", and our Emily isn't a sadist.
I'll stop rambling now, lol, and no doubt I will have more to say on these topics in the next story (still as yet untitled and not started...).
For now, though... I would like to thank all of you who have stuck with my tale, those of you who have read, reviewed, followed and favourited. I would like to also acknowledge the following writers and friends: marsupial1974, conor606, SexySacer, djyxa, Michelle1017, Crevette, OnlyNaomily, Fitcherella, LA Woman/sammy85k (who finally got an account!), and of course, my good friend and partner-in-crime mynameislizzie. Some of these people also write wonderful stories of their own, so I urge you to check them out. If I have forgotten you, it's not deliberate, just know that I humbly thank all of you from the bottom of my little heart for keeping up with me and my smutty deviations, and the plot, too. I know I have a lot of stories to finish here, and one day, who knows when, I'll round them all off.
Love and smooches to all of you, see you in the third story (and others!)
~GN~ xo
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The Pornographic Priestess...lol