A/N: Hello again, for your delectation here is chapter six of the lost sandwich box. It's a longish update which I hope is a good thing because I have once again tried and failed miserably to keep it shorter but update sooner. One day it might happen.

Not a lot happens here but hopefully it's still ok and you get a bit more insight into everyone. I've tried writing some of it from Cook's PoV and I'm not sure it's any good so I'd be grateful to hear what you think about that. If it's ok and you can live with it I will try his PoV again (I had planned to do it later in the story but don't need to if it's crap.)

I know I promised to update always with you but I'm finding it really hard to get back into it and the next chapter has been half written for ages. Funnily enough I've managed to write the last chapter and epilogue so now I just need to figure out how the hell I'm going to get there based on my significant event sketched out version of the story! The next chapter of what happens in Cyprus, is also about half written and I'm hoping to post that soonish (if I get time over the bank holiday).

Thank you so much to everyone who is still reading this and has signed up to alerts for either the story or me as an authour etc. I know I keep saying this but it really does spur me when I'm writing. Special thanks to those of you who have reviewed and let me know what you think, you are all awesome.

So on with the show and let me know what you think if you have a minute.

Cheers x

Emily PoV

Jesus I was bored not to mention knackered. I'd pretty much been working non-stop since this morning and to cap it all off the shop was heaving. Apparently today was the day everyone decided they wanted a sandwich. I could understand why, it was a beautiful day, perfect for lunch in the park or a picnic. I paused, ah picnics, my new favourite way to spend the day. After Naomi said she wanted to take me out again I knew I had to rearrange my weekend, there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to spend time with her. So I'd managed to sort things out and I waited with anticipation to see what she had in store.

She arrived carrying a backpack and looked at me nervously. She said since it was a nice day she'd like to take me on a picnic. As she stood there looking completely fucking adorable my first thought had been that she could pretty much take me anywhere she wanted. But somehow I'd managed to clear the impure thoughts from my mind and I'd simply smiled and said it sounded like a great idea.

We got a bus up to Brandon Hill and although it was crowded because it was sunny Naomi had confidently taken my hand and led me to a less busy area. It wasn't somewhere I'd ever noticed before and Naomi shyly explained it was the place she liked to come when she needed to think. I felt my heart increase in size when I realised she'd brought me to a place that was special to her. She put the backpack down and pulled me over to a clearing where we could see right across Bristol. We stood there for a while basking in the perfectness of the day, it was glorious and we were together. After a leisurely afternoon in the park we went to the Avon Gorge Hotel and watched the sun set over the Clifton Bridge.

As we were waiting for the taxi to take us home I saw her nervousness return. I questioned what was wrong and she falteringly asked if I'd had a good time. I couldn't believe the answer was in doubt but I assured her it was the best date I'd ever been on. She went on to explain that she'd been a bit afraid I'd think she was tight or only doing it because she didn't have much money.

I tipped her chin and made sure I was looking directly into her unsure blue eyes as I informed her I loved the fact that she put so much thought and effort into planning our date. Besides I didn't care where we were, I just liked the fact that I got to spend time with her. The smile I got in return was the most perfect thing I'd ever witnessed and even though the night had grown colder it sent waves of warmth throughout my whole body. I thought we were going to kiss again but the taxi arrived and the moment was lost. Naomi kissed me gently on the cheek and told me to text her when I got home to let her know I was safe.

Since then we'd been on a number of other dates, none of them to a sewage farm I'm pleased to say. Sometimes I planned them, like the trip to the aquarium where I'd watched Naomi light up as we walked through the underwater tunnel and come face to face with the sharks. She was so innocent and childlike as she gazed in awe at the creatures and I knew then that I wanted to go on many more dates with this amazing woman who captivated me so much in such a short space of time.

I didn't fully understand it but Naomi absolutely fascinated me. She was a mix of so many complex emotions and reactions. She had incredibly strong views on justice and fairness and yet some of her solutions bordered on the radical and downright illegal. When she spoke about big issues such as the environment, politics, religion or the law she prided herself on being balanced, logical and devoid of emotion, something that I could tell would make her an excellent barrister. But suddenly she'd think of something and her passion would bubble through. I usually listened patiently to her when she went off on a rant, preferring instead to watch the way her lips moved when she spoke or how her eyes developed a core of steel when she grew angry. But then almost as quickly as it had arrived it would be gone when she realised she'd been banging on and her whole demeanour would change and she'd return to the warm, kind, funny woman I'd started the date with. In so many ways she was strong and confident but it still surprised me how unsure of herself she sometimes became when we were around each other. I found her vulnerability both sexy and adorable in equal measure.

Not that I was much better. I'd always been comfortable around women and apart from the usual first flush of attraction awkwardness I regarded myself as confident. But with Naomi I frequently turned to mush. Sometimes, usually when Naomi had paid me a compliment, I turned into a tongue tied ball of goo. I suppose deep down I still found it hard to believe someone like her would look twice at me. I thought of myself as being quite pretty, a nice solid 7/10, but at timesI would catch her looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I'd challenged her on it one day when she'd taken me to an exhibition at a local museum but she'd simply smiled her heart melting smile and told me that to her I was. It was said with such sincerity that I couldn't do anything other than believe her. I hadn't been able to speak for a while after that because I was afraid of what might come out of my mouth. In my defence, I was getting better at accepting her praise and we no longer spent all of our time in awkward silence or going different shades of red.

I handed a sandwich to a customer and looked up as the bell went pondering if Naomi would call in today. I chuckled to myself, of course she would, it was a week day and I'd seen her virtually every day since our first proper date at the restaurant. Often she could only stay for a few minutes but she always made the effort to see me, even if we were going out later that night. Ususally she brought me a present, just a silly thing that she'd seen which made her think of me. I loved the fact she was thinking about me and also how she wanted to spoil me.

I grinned as I wondered what she'd bring today. In fact I grinned did every time my mind wandered to Naomi, which was a lot, I couldn't help it. If she was with me she would return my smile and give me a knowing look that told me she knew exactly what I was thinking. As most of the time it was oh God, I want to fuck you I really hoped that wasn't true.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not some sort of sex maniac. Of course, the physical side of a relationship is important, if there's no chemistry then what's the point? But to me it wasn't the be all and end all, if there wasn't more to a relationship than that then it was pretty much doomed from the start. Except with Naomi I had seemingly developed a one track mind that would put my pervy brother to shame. Clearly I loved being with her and there were no end of occasions when I found her endearing or adorable. The trouble was it didn't take much for the warm and fuzzy feelings to morph into something entirely more carnal.

There was only one slight problem, since that afternoon in the shop, we hadn't so much as kissed again. We had a lot of physical contact, hugs or holding hands, but every date so far had ended in a similar fashion, I would lean towards her and she would quickly kiss my cheek or maybe give me a peck on the lips. Although it took a lot of effort not to pull her towards me and kiss the life out of her I didn't want to push her and I certainly didn't want her to freak out again so I didn't make a move either. Although I knew it was probably far from the truth my over thinking and paranoia had kicked in and I was seriously starting to question whether she fancied me at all. Maybe she'd been telling the truth after the last time we'd kissed and she just wanted to be friends.

"What the fuck's the matter with you loser? TBB dumped you again?" Katie's voice cut through my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes, "No Katie, things are going really well with Naomi thank you."

"Hppfff." I could see my answer wasn't the one Katie wanted.

"So why did you look all lezza angsty when I walked in?" she continued.

I contemplated confiding in Katie, although things were still a bit strained between us we were getting along much better. She still referred to Naomi as TBB but she'd found it hilarious when she discovered her surname was Campbell. It was subtle, but I think her attitude had softened slightly. She managed to be in the same room as Naomi on a few occasions and although she was still rude her words weren't quite as venomous as previously. In the end I decided against it, Katie would only take the piss if she knew how reticent I was being and I didn't want my personal life being aired in front of the customers.

Instead I shrugged, "I wasn't aware I looked like anything. Are you here to work?"

Katie frowned, "is TBB coming in?"

"I'm not sure, we're going out tonight so maybe not." What? It's only a little white lie and I could do with the help.

We worked in silence until there was a lull in the customers. Katie turned to me with a look I'd learnt from painful experience meant only one thing. Trouble. I mentally kicked myself for being stupid enough to think I'd got away with it earlier. Katie was simply waiting until we were alone before she moved in for the kill.

"So Em," she started, "you groping her growler yet?"

"Katie!" I shouted indignantly, trying desperately to hide the fact that Katie had touched a raw nerve.

She laughed, "Oh come on it's been almost a month since you met, don't tell me the famous Fitch charm has failed and you're not in her knickers yet."

I paused cursing again that Katie and I shared everything and she knew me so well. She was right normally once I'd set my sights on someone it was barely a week before I had them eating out of my hand not to mention other parts of my body. But Naomi was different, in spite of my lustful thoughts, I didn't mind waiting. I couldn't tell Katie that, she'd think I was mad. But she'd also know I was lying so I'd have to tell her part of the truth.

"Look K, this is new to Naomi and I don't want to push her into anything she's not ready for." I replied.

Katie snorted, "Ok, so no shagging yet but you must have at least felt her up by now?"

I shook my head.

Katie looked astounded, "What not even her tits?"

"We've been getting to know each other, talking, holding hands, going on dates. She spoils me and makes me feel special. It's been really nice actually." I explained to my incredulous twin.

"Oh for fuck's sake, I know I thought you were moving at a snail's pace before but this is ridiculous. Please tell me you've kissed her again?" Katie asked.

I paused and frowned slightly, I didn't want Katie's ridicule but I could do with her advice. "Not since she freaked and ran out on me. I mean we have but it's never more than a peck on the cheek or lips."

"Why on earth are you still seeing her?" Katie said dismissively.

I snorted, that was typical of my twin, if there was no sex, there was no point, "because she's kind, intelligent, funny, great company and the most stunningly beautiful woman I've ever seen. It's not always about how quickly you can get someone into bed you know?"

Katie looked at me like I'd just suggested the moon was made of cheese.

I sighed, it was time to come clean "Alright, I admit I am a bit bothered by her not trying anything on. I wasn't lying, it has been nice getting to know her and our dates have been lovely but I thought she might have at least kissed me again. Now I'm worried she doesn't fancy me or she just sees me as a friend."

"So why haven't you kissed her?" Katie said looking confused, "I mean you're not backward in coming forwards usually Em."

"I know, but like I said I don't want to freak her out again. I want her to take the lead and be comfortable." I responded carefully leaving out the part about the fact if I kissed her I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself.

I could tell Katie was still sceptical, "Christ Katie remember how nervous I felt before I kissed a girl for the first time? I know I'd already admitted I was gay and I wanted to do it. But realising you want to do something and actually having the confidence to do it are two different things sometimes." I clarified.

We were interrupted by the shop door.

"I thought you said she wasn't going to be here?" Katie said with a curled lip.

"Hey Em, errr hi Katie. I can come back another time if you'd prefer?" Naomi said with a shy smile.

I shook my head, "don't be silly, you're always welcome, isn't she Katie?"

"Suppose so," Katie grumbled.

Naomi smiled more confidently, "great, because Bob's gone off for the afternoon so your present today is me, I'm all yours."

I wasn't sure if she had said it on purpose but it didn't stop me imagining what I'd be doing to her if that statement was true.

Katie raised her eyebrow and I could tell she knew what I was thinking. So as a diversion I hastily threw an apron at Naomi, "in that case you might as well make yourself useful."

She caught it one handed and winked at me before she looked around the empty shop, "I always like to be useful Em, I'll clear the tables shall I?"

Her voice was flirtatious and after the wink I was sure she knew exactly what she was saying when she made her earlier comment.

"That'd be great," I finally managed to croak out.

"Right well seeing as Naomi Campbell has arrived, I'm going to take off." Katie announced.

Naomi's eyes widened, "you told her?"

"Sorry, I didn't know I wasn't supposed to." I replied with my best puppy dog stare.

I saw her melt right in front of me as she gazed into my eyes, the cloth fell from her hand and a lopsided grin broke out across her face.

Finally she managed to look away, "It's ok, it's not like I said you needed to keep it a secret."

Katie brushed past me as she left the shop and whispered into my ear, "Based on that little display I think it's safe to assume she fancies you, now fucking take your head out of your arse and kiss her."

I looked over to where Naomi was clearing the tables, she looked up and gave me one of her cheeky grins.

The relief washed over me, thank God, she definitely fancies me. I gulped and broke eye contact, as my sense of relief was replaced with a sense of trepidation.

Now all I have to do is kiss her.

Naomi PoV

I watched as Emily seemed to get uncomfortable after I grinned at her. It wasn't like it was that unusual for either of us to get embarrassed when we were together, it happened at least a million times. To be fair it was happening a lot less now and I was glad that Emily was getting better at accepting my compliments. At first I'd been self conscious too and tried to reign them in but I couldn't help myself. She was beautiful, intelligent, witty and a whole host of other things besides and I thought it was important she knew how much I was enjoying being with her. When she was around I felt like I was a better person, I was more thoughtful and considerate and I was definitely less childish. Jesus, Emily even let me rant on about things without judging me too harshly, in fact I think she actually thought it was quite sexy sometimes.

Both Effy and my Mum had commented on how much more relaxed I seemed these days and were constantly probing about Emily, I knew they were both dying to meet her, but I wasn't ready for that yet. It's not because I had anything to hide or I was wary of introducing her to them, well I was a little bit I suppose. But mainly it was because I wanted to keep her to myself for a bit longer, I was still finding out so many things about her and call me selfish, but I wanted all of her attention focused on me. God, will you listen to me? I sound like a possessive child with its favourite toy. I looked over to where Emily was tidying up behind the counter, she glanced up and gave me one of her warm smiles. Like before, I found myself turning to mush as I practically melted in front of her. It still amazed me that another person could have this affect on me. At first I'd found it a bit daunting, but now I just accepted it and enjoyed the warm, fuzzy feelings that overtook my body when I was with the beautiful redhead.

Cook was constantly taking the piss out of me for turning 'pussy' on him, but I could tell deep down he was intrigued too. Not that Cook would actually understand what the word intrigued meant or at least he'd pretend not to. The thing about Cook was that like myself and Effy he'd spent years developing a particular persona, he was Jack the Lad, he didn't give a fuck either. If you want to get wasted or laid he's your man. If you wanted an intellectual conversation, you needed to go elsewhere as his thoughts barely went past the basic. Except of course it was all bullshit. Cook loved me and Effy like family, well actually he loved us more than his own family with the exception of his brother. He actively hated his Mum who was rich enough to pay him a monthly allowance so long as he never went near her or her new, perfect, shiny family. Cook pretended he didn't care but occasionally when he was off his nut he'd talk about it and you'd see the tears starting to form in his eyes. We never said anything, it would just embarrass him, but in some ways it brought us closer, all three of us had been abandoned in some way by a parent, or in Effy's case two of them. Hers were still around but were so busy fighting with each other they barely had any time for Eff at all.

I jumped as I felt a hand on my arm and I turned to find Emily staring at me with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you ok? You were miles away." she asked as her brown eyes studied me.

My heart lurched in my chest. Fuck a duck, how the hell can she do that? All she asked was if I was ok but the sound of her voice coupled with the intense gaze made me want to throw my arms around her and beg to be hugged. Well actually if I'm honest it made me want to beg for something else entirely.

I clenched my arms to my sides and smiled, "I'm fine, I was just thinking about my friends Cook and Effy and our ragtag little group."

Emily regarded me nervously, "You're all quite close aren't you? Are you sure they don't mind me taking up so much of your time?"

I thought of Effy constantly badgering me with questions about Emily and getting pissed off when I refused to answer them. Cook was pestering me to reveal details of the 'snatch action' I was getting, obviously I also refused to be drawn on that, but mainly because I didn't want to reveal I was nowhere near getting any action at all.

Emily coughed and I realised I hadn't replied, "Sorry, yeah we're close, but they don't mind me spending time with you. It's the opposite actually; they're both dying to meet you."

"Well I'd quite like to meet them as well, I mean if you wouldn't be too embarrassed." Emily responded quietly.

Oh God, she was so sweet, "Em, it's not because I'm embarrassed about us, far from it. I'm nervous because I don't want to subject you to the grilling they'll give you; Cook kind of doesn't have a filter in his brain like normal people."

She smiled, "How do you mean?"

"You know that little inner voice you have? The one that stops you doing stupid things or asking really cringe worthy questions?" she nodded as I explained, "well Cook doesn't have one, as far as he's concerned nothing is off limits and it doesn't matter how well he knows you either, even if you've only just met him he'll ask you all sorts of personal things."

Emily looked amused, "Like what?"

I paused as I tried to think of something, "there was this one time in school when we had a supply teacher, she was pretty fit actually but she was nervous as hell because it was her first proper job. You know how much fun everyone had with a supply teacher, so there was the usual lying about where we were in the curriculum and getting her to spend most of the lesson talking about totally irrelevant things. But not Cook, he raised his hand and she looked relieved for a minute that someone was taking her seriously, the poor cow. Her mood changed dramatically when Cook asked her if she was a spitter or a swallower."

"Jesus Christ, what did she do?" Emily spluttered.

I laughed, "went the deepest shade of crimson I've ever seen and tried to change the subject back to the lesson. Cook kept winking at her and grabbing his dick every time she accidentally caught his eye."

Emily started to laugh, "God my school days sound so tame compared to that."

"That wasn't even the end of it, after about a week Cook walked into school looking smug and reliably informed me and Effy that she was a swallower." I continued.

Emily's eyes widened, "Did you believe him?"

I nodded, "Oh yeah, Cook might be a lot of things but he never lies about sex. He'll pretty much try with anyone, which is another good reason to keep you away from him."

"But I'm gay!" Emily said with a snort.

I shrugged, "A minor detail to Cook, he'd call that a challenge."

Emily paused and I could tell she wanted to ask me something, "Has he tried it on with you? Have you and him ever..."

"Hundreds of times," I stopped as a frown appeared across Emily's face, "I mean he's tried hundreds of times, but no, we've never slept together. It'd be like sleeping with my brother or something, too weird."

Emily nodded, "Good, I don't think I could meet him knowing you'd had sex with him."

I looked at her curiously, "Why not?"

Emily regarded me strangely, "Because I might find it hard not to punch him in the face."

Oh my God, she was jealous, I couldn't stop a smile appearing on my face as I discovered another thing that was totally adorable about her.

"Right I'd better put the takings away and shut up the shop, you'll be ok down here won't you?" Emily said in a business like voice in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

I nodded and watched as she left the room. When I was sure she was out of sight I did a little jig; she liked me enough to be jealous. We'd never really talked about it and to be honest as I was new to all this I was afraid to ask, but I'm pretty sure that meant we weren't seeing other people. I mean I had no desire to date anyone else, it had taken me long enough to admit I wanted to date Emily, but until now I wasn't sure Emily felt the same.

Christ we hadn't even kissed again properly. I was always too nervous in case it wasn't as good as the first time and Emily was disappointed. If I'm honest the mere thought of touching Emily at all daunted me. We hugged or held hands a lot so it wasn't like there was no contact between us, it was just something always held me back when it came to kissing her. I suppose I was scared after what happened last time, not because I might freak out again, but because it might open the flood gates fully this time. When I kissed Emily it had felt perfect, like our lips being together was how everything was meant to be. It scared the shit out of me because I knew then that this woman had some sort of power over me, that she had the ability to make me feel totally out of control. That's why I was nervous about doing it again.

Also if I'm being truthful I was worried in case I was no good at it. Sure I'd slept with plenty of guys but any kissing involved was either in a club to make them want to take me home and fuck me, or as a precursor to the aforementioned fuck once we got there. It was a means to an end, something to create a false sense of intimacy before we took part in a physical act that had nothing to do with love or desire, it was simply a way to get off.

With Emily it was different. I wanted any kisses we shared to mean something and for her to know that this was the first time I'd ever kissed anyone because it felt right rather than because I wanted them to screw me. I mean eventually I wanted to do that with Emily but I was far from ready to take that step now. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking about it, I did, almost obsessively sometimes. Hey it makes the time fly at work, so sue me. If I was honest some of the day dreams I had shocked me, I really didn't know my imagination was that good. But thinking about sex with Emily and actually being able to do it were two totally separate things.

I knew she thought about it too, sometimes I would glance over at her and find her staring back at me almost hungrily. I may not have much experience with women but I know exactly what that look means - it says I want to do dirty things to you. I usually smiled at her in a way that told her I knew what she was thinking and she'd turn away blushing, embarrassed that she'd been caught. If it had been anyone else fantasising over me, like say Mandy, I'd have found it slightly creepy. But because it was Emily, I found it flattering and I enjoyed the fact that she was lusting after me. It didn't stop me being worried about my lack of experience though. What if I couldn't go through with it or worse what if I was crap in bed? We've all shagged someone like that, lots of enthusiasm but fuck all technique so you feel like you're being pounded in an elaborate fight. Oh God, that would be the quickest way to put Emily right off and I'd find myself on the receiving end of the 'let's just be friends' speech.

I shook myself, I was being stupid and building this up into something much bigger than it needed to be. As usual, I was putting too much pressure on myself but after what happened last time I wanted to make sure it was perfect.

"Oh get over yourself Campbell and stop over analysing. How hard can it be? Nike school of kissing - just do it." I muttered to myself as I carried on my little pep talk in my head.

Cook PoV

I tutted as we left another shop, "Fuck's sake Eff, how many more? Are we going to every pissin' sandwich shop in Bristol?"

Effy turned towards me, "We've been to about five so far dickhead, and we'll keep going until we find the right one ok?"

"But I want a pint, it's Friday." I grumbled. That's what we did on Fridays, got pissed and stoned before going out and getting more wasted. It was tradition and I didn't like our Friday routine being messed up.

Effy stopped, "Look Cook, if the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain."

I scrunched up my face, what did that have to do with anything? Effy noticed my odd expression and tutted loudly.

"What I meant is if Naomi won't tell us anything about this mysterious Emily, then we're just going to have to find out ourselves. Dumb prick." Effy said huffily.

I grinned, I know some people might object to being spoken to like that but it was only her way of being affectionate. I had to admit I thought this was a fuckin' ace plan when she suggested it. Naomi was being as cagey as a zoo about her new bird and I wanted to see the woman who had finally turned her lezza. Me and Eff had known for years that Naomi was a muff diver, ever since I'd caught her perving on that fit bird who used to live next door to her. I'd walked into her room and she was staring out of the window while moistening her lips. I watched her for a bit with a smile on my face as she continued to stare, she was so engrossed she didn't even notice I was there. I finally announced my presence when I heard a small moan escape her mouth. She'd been totally embarrassed and denied everything but I knew from then on she was into girls. Even when she was shagging around with blokes I could still see where her really attention was. She must have thought I was blind or stupid or possibly both not to notice her ogling women when we were out. She didn't even realise it but she had a type, they were always shorter than her, petite, usually dark haired and brown eyed, oh and she was a real arse girl too. I've lost count of the times I caught her staring at a pretty brunette or redhead's bum. I chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Effy asked.

"I'm just thinkin' I can probably already guess what this Emily looks like." I said with a grin.

Effy smiled, "Small, brunette or a red head, cute as fuck and an arse to die for?"

I nodded, "Got it in one babe, honestly, how can Naomi think we wouldn't know?"

Effy shrugged, "She's the queen of denial. Right let's give this last one a try and if we don't find her we can go to Uncle Keith's ok?"

I nodded as we came face to face with a bright red door, I looked at the sign and couldn't make out the stupid curly writing. I was about to go in when a snort from Effy stopped me.

"Oh God, this is even better than I hoped." she said with a smirk.

I looked through the window of the shop where she was pointing and I let out a guffaw as I finally saw what she meant. Inside, wearing an apron and holding a cloth, was Naomi. My best friend who tried to make out she was so fucking cool, was standing in a sandwich shop in a scene that could only be described as domesticated.

"Ahhh, I think she looks sweet." I said with a grin.

Effy nudged me, "Come on, this is going to be fun."

I pushed open the door and the two of us made our way inside.

"Sorry, but we're actually closed," Naomi said not looking up.

I tried to stop a laugh escaping but failed miserably. She turned around and groaned.

"Oh fucking hell, this is all I need. Why don't you both piss off?" Naomi said glaring at us.

"Naomi, don't talk to customers like that," a cross voice from out the back told her off.

"Believe me Em, these aren't customers, they'll be saving all their money for the pub," Naomi shouted back.

The owner of the voice, who I assume was Naomi's bird, joined us in the shop and I gasped. I quickly went to grab Effy, but I was too late as she'd already squared up to the redhead.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I warned you what I'd do if I ever saw you again." Effy spat at her.

Naomi moved protectively towards the redhead who was staring at Effy with a totally puzzled look on her face.

"I'm sorry, but have we met before?" she started.

"Oh come on you total bitch, don't play the innocent with me," Effy sneered at her.

"Effy, how dare you speak to Emily like that." Naomi said in a stunned voice.

Effy turned to her, "You should have just told me her surname was Fitch, I could have warned you off then. You remember the total fucking cow I told you about when I was in my first year of uni and she was in her final year? She made my life hell and then ended up sleeping with Freddie behind my back?

I saw the realisation dawn on Naomi's face before Effy continued, "Well congratulations Naomi, but it appears she's now reinvented herself as a lesbian. What do you think of your precious girlfriend now?"

I watched in shock as Naomi started to laugh, "Effy, I think you might be confusing the definitely gay Emily here with her TWIN sister Katie."

I saw Effy calm down a bit, "Huh?"

Naomi rolled her eyes, "look at her Eff, she's never seen you before in her life. This is Emily Fitch, who didn't go to university because she was running her own catering company. Her identical twin sister Katie Fitch is the one who went to uni."

I studied Emily more carefully, when you looked closer it was obvious she wasn't Katie. For a start the clothes weren't tarty enough, now don't get me wrong I'm a red blooded bloke so the more flesh on display the better but Katie fucking Fitch, as she referred to herself, took slapper to a whole new level. The facial expression and body language was all wrong too, this Emily looked quite shy and unassuming; Katie had an almost permanent arrogant look on her face and acted like she owned the place. I walked over to Effy who was still regarding the redhead with suspicion.

"Come on Eff, give the girl a break. Like Naoms says, it's a case of mistaken identity. I'm Cook, it's nice to meet you." I said smiling as I held out my hand.

Emily smiled warmly at me and I could see why Naomi fancied her, if she wasn't Naomi's bird I'd definitely have a pop, "It's nice to meet you at last too, Naomi's told me a lot about you, both of you."

I looked over to Naomi and winked but she was too busy staring at Effy to notice.

"Effy, haven't you got something to say to Emily?" Naomi said in her warning voice.

Effy scowled at her, we were in for a standoff. Sometimes they would last all day until one of them gave in and apologised, which they both absolutely hated doing. Me, I just said sorry straight away when I upset 'em, even if I didn't know what I'd done. Believe me, it was far easier in the long run. I sighed and not for the first time wondered why I had ever thought it was a good idea to have two birds as best mates.

"Elisabeth Stonem, apologise to Emily for being such a bitch." Naomi commanded.

Ay, ay, this was a new one on me. Naomi was actually standing up to Eff. This Emily must already be important to her.

"You're Elisabeth Stonem?" Emily said in surprise.

Effy looked defiant, "Yeah, what of it?"

Emily shook her head, "With Naomi always calling you Effy, I didn't make the connection. And you're James Cook?"

I nodded, "But less of the James please, I always think I'm in trouble when someone uses my full name."

Naomi snorted, "That's because you normally are. How do you know about this pair?"

Emily burst out laughing, "My God, I've been dying to meet you for years. Katie absolutely hated the pair of you; you were like a thorn in her side. I think you're about the only people who have ever got one over on her in her whole life, I always wanted to ask you how you did it."

I watched in surprise as Effy smiled and held her hand out, "Sorry for being a cow earlier, but I really thought you were her. I should have known really, you don't look much like a boyfriend stealing skanky whore."

"Effy!" Naomi started but the redhead stopped her.

"It's ok, Katie's behaviour back then disgusted me too. I was really angry that she'd stooped so low. In her defence it was totally out of character, she may be a lot of things but normally she wouldn't dream of sleeping with a bloke who had a girlfriend. I think that's why they didn't last very long, she always felt guilty." Emily stated.

Effy snorted, "I didn't think she did guilt."

To be fair, neither did I. I'd lost a good mate when Freds cheated on Effy, but we had to pick sides and there was only ever going to be one winner in that contest. I prayed to God Effy never found out I'd slept with her too. What? It was way before she shagged Freds, and her reputation for giving the best blow jobs in Bristol was definitely based on fact. Believe me I've had enough birds suck me off to be able to make a fair comparison. She was a filthy bitch too, let me do all sorts most girls wouldn't dream of. All in all, although I couldn't stand her because of how she treated Effy, I had to admit she was one of the best shags I'd ever had.

I jumped as I felt a slap across the head, "What the fuck was that for?"

Effy raised her eyebrow, "You were staring at Emily and you had that look on your face, I was just making sure you weren't thinking something inappropriate, James."

The emphasis on my name wasn't lost on me, I could hardly tell the truth so I mumbled something about Emily reminding me of some girl I'd shagged. I recoiled as I got a second slap, this time from Naomi.

"Cook, Emily is going straight on the list ok? No suggestive remarks, no propositioning and no dirty thoughts."

I was hurt, "Come on babe, she's your bird, I know the rules."

Naomi rolled her eyes at me, "And please stop referring to her as my 'bird', she's a person Cook, not an object."

I was about to respond when I noticed Emily smile at her, "oh I don't know, I quite like the thought of being your bird."

I watched open mouthed as Naomi totally lost it, right in front of everyone. Naomi Campbell, my tough best friend who didn't give a fuck about anything, had turned to mush right before my eyes. I looked at Effy who was shaking her head slightly, I don't think she could believe it either. Suddenly Naomi realised she wasn't alone with Emily and she began to blush furiously before she broke eye contact with the redhead.

"So we were just about to go to the pub if you fancied it?" I suggested, I might be a dense twat at times but I thought Naomi would appreciate the change of subject. I knew I'd been right when I received a grateful smile in return.

"Actually, Emily and I have got plans for tonight, maybe another time." Naomi said with a shrug.

Emily smiled at me, "Thanks for the invite though."

Yeah, I'd definitely be right in there if she wasn't my best mates bird.

I nodded towards the exit, "Come on then Eff, let's fuck off, I'm parched."

"It's a shame about the pub, but it was nice to meet you at last." Effy said staring pointedly at Naomi.

"Yeah, it was good to meet the bird that finally outed our girl and put a face to the name she's always banging on about." I added with a grin.

Naomi stared daggers at me, "Shut the fuck up Cook and piss off like a good boy."

She grabbed Effy's arm and dragged her towards the door, "Thanks for dropping in, bye bye now."

"We'll be at Uncle Keith's if you change your mind." I added as she propelled me through the door as well.

"I won't," she said through gritted teeth as she slammed the door and locked it.

I turned to Effy as we walked off, "Charming, I never had blondie down as someone who dumped her mates when she found herself a piece of fanny."

Effy smiled enigmatically, "Oh come on Cook, you saw them together. This is already way more than just a piece of fanny."

"Do you think Naomi's banging her yet?" I asked cheekily.

Effy shook her head, "I don't even think they've kissed again."

I burst out laughing, "Don't be so stupid, this is Naomi, fastest mover in the west."

Effy tutted at me, "And I'm telling you this time is different. Emily's different."

I rolled my eyes, "I know that, she's a bird."

"No you twat, I mean I think our girl is finally ready to have a relationship, like a real grown up." Effy said exasperatedly.

"Fuckin' hell, that's a new one." I replied as I started to panic at the thought of it.

Effy laughed at me, "Don't worry Cook, we don't have to copy her. We can still shag around like the juvenile idiots that we are."

I sighed with relief, grateful Effy could read my mind.

I grinned at her as we got on the bus, "Good, because there's still too much pussy in Bristol, not to mention elsewhere in the world, that has yet to experience the Cookie monster."

Effy rolled her eyes as I scanned the passengers before my gaze settled on a blonde at the back. I winked at Effy before making my way down the bus, it was time for my first rejection of the day I thought with a smile as I sat down next to the girl and turned on the charm.

Naomi PoV

I made sure they were safely on the bus before I turned back to Emily, she was looking at me with an amused expression.

"Sorry about them, I told you they were a bit odd." I said apologetically.

Emily smiled, "Don't worry, they both seemed very nice. Well when they realised I wasn't Katie."

I frowned, "Yeah, she really hurt Effy you know. Freds was the first person she'd ever let get close to her, well apart from me and Cook. Her parents have got such a fucked up relationship, she's always found it hard to trust people. That's why she only shags around now, she was too badly burned before."

I felt Emily's hand link with my own and she gave it a squeeze. The concerned brown eyes were back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad, it's not your fault your sister was a total bitch towards her. I should have put two and two together when I found out your surname." I said with a smile.

Emily shook her head, "I only feel bad for Effy, I know how mean Katie can be at times and I meant it when I said I was really angry with her. We had a massive row about it and didn't speak for weeks."

I shrugged, "To be honest I never understood what the attraction was, I always thought Freddie was a bit dull. But Eff loved him and he was a mate of Cook's."

"Really? I didn't realise Cook had lost a friend too. I never really met Freddie, by the time we were on speaking terms it had all but fizzled out. He was very good looking from what I remember but I always thought he was a bit too 'pretty boy' for Katie."

"I can imagine Katie being into the WAG lifestyle, always trying to grab herself a rich footballer." I said with a grin.

Emily nodded, "Yep, you've got that spot on. Katie has two main types, rich and fit or a bit of rough and fit. Actually, I'd be surprised if she hadn't shagged Cook at some point, he's definitely her type."

I scoffed, "Cook might be a bit thick, but he's not that stupid. Effy would kill him."

I stopped myself this is Cook we're talking about, "Actually, you're probably right, there's very few women he won't try it on with. Is Katie any good at blow jobs?"

Emily snorted, "She should be, she's had enough practice. She used to boast she had a reputation as being one of the best in Bristol. I was never sure why she was so proud of that particular accolade."

"Well that settles it, Cook will definitely have shagged her if that's true." I said ruefully.

I saw Emily pause as a thought occurred to her, "you don't think... no it's silly..."

"What is?" I asked.

"No honestly, it doesn't matter." Emily said shyly.

"Emily," I said with a laugh, "you can't start to say something and not finish it. Tell me what you were thinking?"

She grimaced and did that cute scrunching up her nose thing, "You don't think that when Cook said he was thinking about someone he'd shagged that looked like me. Well do you think... maybe... he could have been talking about Katie?"

I stared at her before bursting out laughing, "Oh God, well at least he was telling the truth she does look a lot like you."

Emily raised her eyebrow, "Well I'm glad you find it so funny that your best mate has screwed my sister, physically were pretty identical too you know."

The implications of her words sunk in and I scowled.

"Hmm, not quite so funny now you realise Cook will be able to imagine exactly what your 'bird' looks like in the buff."

I groaned, it was exactly the type of thing Cook would do when he was trying to imagine us together, which he would do all the time in spite of my warnings. Christ, apart from the towel slip episode I hadn't seen any of Emily's flesh yet. The thought that my best friend could recall the image any time he wanted to filled me with dread.

"That's so unfair," I said sulkily. "I don't want him thinking about you naked, only I'm allowed to do that."

Too late I realised what I said and I started to go red, "Not that I do that all the time or anything."

Oh Jesus Naomi, stop bloody digging. Emily is going to think you're a total perv with a one track mind.

Finally I made eye contact again as the redhead walked towards me.

"I think it's ok if my girlfriend wants to imagine me naked," she whispered huskily.

Oh fuck, now all I could picture was Emily in front of me wearing nothing but a smile. I tried to stop the wave of dirty thoughts but it was impossible. She was smiling at me and I swear she could read my mind. My heart was beating so loudly I felt sure she'd be able to hear it or at least see it in my chest. I looked into her eyes, which were still sparkling but now had something else in them that I couldn't place. My gaze drifted briefly down to her mouth and all I could think was how kissable her lips looked. My eyes met hers again and I gasped quietly when I saw her pupils dilate. I was under no illusion that my eyes were probably a mirror image of her own. I realised that this was it, I was going to stop being a prick and I was going to kiss her.

I leaned forward, closing my eyes as I finally pressed my lips on hers marvelling at how soft they were. Although I had been sure Emily knew I was going to do it, I was still surprised when she tensed up slightly.

I pulled away, "this is ok isn't it?"

She nodded, "If you're sure."

"Never been surer." I whispered, causing her to smile.

It was true, I had never wanted anything more than to feel those lips against mine again. Our mouths reconnected and this time there was no hesitation as Emily kissed me back. Fuck this was immense, the feel of her lips, the way she tasted, I drank it all in and it made me giddy with nervous excitement. The weak knees were back with a vengeance and this was a million times better than I remembered.

Before I could help it my arm found its way around Emily's waist and I pulled her in closer, causing her to moan softly into my mouth. I ran my free hand through her hair, I was right it was beautifully soft. Taking my actions as her cue, I felt Emily's hand move around my neck as she pulled me deeper into the kiss, sending me even further into oblivion. By now everything else in the room had faded away until the only thing left was me and Emily and our near perfect kiss.

I could tell Emily was trying to let me take the lead but she couldn't help opening her mouth slightly in an invitation I was practically falling over myself to take up. I cautiously ran my tongue across her lips and the throaty moan that escaped her mouth was enough to make me nearly lose my balance. I didn't need asking twice as my tongue finally touched the tip of hers and my whole body exploded.

Oh dear God, this wasn't just a kiss, this was the kiss to end all kisses. If this was the last thing I did on this glorious earth I would die happy, safe in the knowledge that my life hadn't been wasted because I was partly responsible for the most spectacular event in history.

Our tongues continued to passionately dance with each other and all I could think about was that I never, ever wanted this to end. If I had my way kissing Emily Fitch would be my new career, fuck the law, anyway a kiss this good surely had to be illegal didn't it? I felt her pull away slightly and couldn't help the small whimper escaping my mouth at how unfair it was until I realised that if I didn't get some air soon I was going to faint.

Reluctantly I broke away and took a large gulp of air as Emily did the same. I used the table as support as I took several breaths in quick succession. I looked up to find Emily in a similar situation.

"Fuck, that was amazing." I finally managed when I'd got my breath back.

Emily smiled at me and all I could think about was kissing her again, so I did. This time when we pulled apart, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Wow, so that's twice you've kissed me and you haven't run away." she said cheekily.

I grinned back at her, "technically it's three times and in any case my legs have turned to jelly. I couldn't run anywhere, even if I wanted to."

She raised her eyebrow, "And do you want to?"

I shook my head, "definitely not, but I do want to do that again."

"Without a doubt we're doing that again." She said as she took my hand, and led me towards the back of the shop.

"Where are we going?" I knew there was a slight panic in my voice. Kissing was one thing but I wasn't ready for anything else.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to lead you upstairs so I can have my wicked way with you..." She paused and winked at me, "...yet."

Oh sweet Jesus, if kissing her made me feel like this what was going to happen when we eventually slept together? I was probably going to spontaneously combust. I looked back into her amused brown eyes, yep, there was definitely only going to be a small pile of ash left after that event.

She smiled reassuringly at me, "I thought we might be more comfortable on the sofa. I'm not sure what you had planned for our date but I suggest whatever it was, we change it because I definitely know how I want to spend the next few hours."

My knees went weak again as I thought of spending hours kissing Emily but I recovered and practically ran up the stairs after her. As we collapsed onto the sofa our mouths immediately found each other again. Emily was right this was far more comfortable and a lot less hazardous to my health.

When we broke apart I couldn't wipe the smile from my face, "This is categorically my favourite date... so far."

I saw the surprise at my inference register on her face before she laughed, "Hmmm, I did tell you this was the best way to spend the next few hours. Who's to say we won't find something better in future?"

A picture of me in flames popped into my head as I eagerly leant over to meet her mouth.

"I mean bowling can be very enjoyable." Emily said with a smile before the feel of her lips on mine caused all rational thought, dirty or otherwise, to make a rapid exit from my brain and all that was left was the feeling that I'd died and gone to heaven.