A/N: Hey folks! I hope you are all ok and want to read the next chapter of the lost sandwich box. This isn't quite the chapter I was expecting but when I started to write it I brought Effy and Katie's PoV into it as well so it made it slightly longer and not as much happened as I wanted. But anyway hope you like it and part two of the evening will be in the next chapter.

Thanks times a million for the reviews, they do make my day.

Cheers. x

Emily

"Katie!" I screamed for my sister. "Some help might be nice."

We had a big order for a corporate lunch and I was struggling to put it together. It was Saturday, which normally meant you wouldn't see me anywhere near the shop, but these clients were one of our most established and loyal sources of business so I'd dragged my sorry arse into town. I'd been surprised when Katie offered to come with me but it turned out her offer of assistance was on the condition she 'checked her mail and stuff' first. I might have known the fact our internet was down at home was really the reason she'd managed to get out of bed before noon at the weekend. I kept telling her to get an i-phone so she could always check her emails, even if our internet was down, but she stared at me like I was an idiot before shaking her head and muttering 'do you know how many pairs of shoes I could get with that money?' I guess I was always destined to be the techy geek in the family.

I sighed and got on with the order, pausing briefly when I got a text. I smiled, already fairly certain who it would be from.

Hey you, how's the order coming along? Can't wait to see you tonight. X

There was a slight frown on my face as I sent my reply.

Slowly. Katie's been on the internet since we got here and I doubt she'll help me deliver it either. But don't worry I'll have cheered up by tonight, I can't seem to help smiling when you're around. X

It was true, the more time I spent with Naomi and the more I got to know her the more I found myself falling for her. Katie had warned me not to fall too fast but I couldn't help it, it was just the type of person I was. I'd always worn my heart on my sleeve and although sometimes it meant people took advantage I knew Naomi found it one of my more endearing traits. My phone buzzed again.

I'm not doing anything so I could come in and help if you like? X

I paused, I didn't want to ruin Naomi's Saturday as well as my own.

Thanks for the offer, but Bob's been working you really hard this week and I wouldn't want to impose. X

I know I was being a bit of a martyr, let's face it I could do with the help, but in reality I should be forcing my errant sister into working not putting Naomi out. Another buzz.

Hmm, sitting here counting down the time until our rare weekend date or getting to spend the whole day with my beautiful girlfriend. Granted it's a tough choice but I'll see you in 20 minutes. X

I smiled, it was one of the things I loved, no wait, liked a lot, about Naomi, she always had the ability to make even the most mundane time we spent together feel like it was special.

Fine if you insist I'll see you soon and thank you. X

I carried on preparing the lunch and at various intervals shouted up the stairs to Katie but as usual she'd developed selective hearing. By now the hands of the clock were ticking more slowly as I awaited the imminent arrival of my girlfriend.

I smiled to myself, it had been a long time since I'd used the term 'girlfriend', sure I'd seen people or dated women, sometimes for months, but usually they called me their 'partner' and none of them made me feel like a giddy teenager again. I was a bit surprised Naomi had been the one to bring it up in all honesty.

I pulled away from our latest marathon kissing session only to find Naomi pouting at me.

"What?" I asked with a smile.

"Why have you stopped kissing me?" she enquired.

My grin broadened, "because I need to go to the loo."

"Oh, um, ok but can you leave your lips here so I don't get bored while you're away?" Naomi requested.

I laughed, "Well they're sort of attached to my body so I think they have to go too."

Another pout, "Spoilsport."

"I won't be long, I promise." I reasoned.

When I got back I noticed Naomi fidgeting, at first I thought it was because she was bored, but as I sat down and moved towards her, she cleared her throat.

"What's the matter?" I asked with trepidation.

She smiled weakly, "Nothing really, I just, um, wanted to ask you something."

I muttered, "Ok, ask away."

"When you met Cook, you implied you wouldn't mind being called my bird." she started nervously.

I nodded still unsure where this was going.

"And then you said it was ok for your girlfriend to picture you naked." Naomi continued.

Now I was getting nervous, what if Naomi was freaking out about things again?

She cleared her throat again and stared directly at me, "is that what I am? Your girlfriend I mean."

I paused, I wanted to say yes but I was wary in case it wasn't what Naomi wanted to hear, "Well, er, yes, I suppose so, if that's ok with you?"

Classy Emily, really confident and in command there.

A smile broke out across Naomi's face," yeah it's ok with me, no wait, it's more than ok, it's great."

I smiled back and moved in to kiss her but I paused as Naomi frowned, "are you sure you're alright?"

She nodded, "I'm sure. Does that mean that you only want to see me? You're not, you know, dating anyone else?"

I started to laugh until I realised she was serious, fucking hell just when I thought she couldn't get any sweeter she went and did something like this. I reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

"Naomi, you're my girlfriend and yes, that means I'm only interested in dating you, I don't want to spend time with anyone else, ok?" I stated clearly.

She exhaled and nodded, "Sorry, I just needed to check. I'm new to all this dating malarkey and I wasn't sure what the deal was. I don't want to see anyone else either, in case you were wondering."

I shook my head and smiled, "Did I tell you how cute you are sometimes?"

Naomi blushed and pushed me, "Shut up, I'm not cute, I'm mean and menacing."

I laughed, "Nope, you're all fluffy and cute."

I gulped as Naomi lunged at me and pushed my arms above my head, effectively pinning me down on the sofa, "take that back, or else..."

She was straddling me and I wasn't sure she knew how much this was turning me on.

"Or else what?" I managed to croak out.

She gave me a cheeky grin as she moved slightly causing her body to grind against my own. Oh she fucking knew the effect she was having on me alright. Naomi leaned down slowly and ran her tongue up my neck causing me to shiver.

"Or I'm never kissing you again." she whispered in my ear before she pulled away.

I stared into the amused blue eyes that were triumphantly looking at me. She thought she was being so clever, yeah well two can play that game Naomi.

I shrugged as best I could given that she was still holding me down, "Your loss, I'm not that bothered."

A scowl appeared on her face until she realised I was teasing. She leaned in and captured my lips in a searing kiss which immediately turned me to jelly. God she was a good kisser and I still marveled at how perfectly our lips fitted together, it was like it was just meant to be. I grumbled as Naomi finally pulled away.

"More bothered now?" she challenged.

I raised my eyebrow, "I thought you were never going to do that again?"

Naomi shrugged, "Just giving you a taste of what you'll be missing."

I smiled, "Fair enough, you win, you're not cute at all."

"And what am I?" Naomi pushed.

She was seriously milking this, "You're mean and menacing."

Naomi released my arms, "As long as we're both clear."

"Naomi?" I said huskily.

She swallowed, "Yeah"

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her towards me again until our lips were nearly touching, "Would it be going against your mean and menacing nature to kiss me again?"

Her eyes flitted down to my lips before they met mine again, they were a darker blue than normal but no less stunning, "Well technically it's more mean not to kiss you, but I'll make an exception, just this once."

I closed my eyes as I melted into the kiss once more, regardless of what she said Naomi was cute as fuck and no matter what the threat, I was going to tell her that as often as I could.

Katie

I crept quietly down the stairs listening for sounds coming from the front of the shop. Secretly I was hoping Em would have left to make the delivery so I could leave the inevitable telling off I was going to get until later. I felt a bit mean offering to help out and then spending most of the time on the internet but there was this totally amazing pair of shoes I needed to buy and it had taken me longer than I thought to hunt them down. Everything was quiet so I thought I was safe, so I was surprised when I walked in to find Emily still there. She was staring into the distance with a totally sappy smile on her face, I'll give you three guesses what, or rather who, she was thinking about. Actually you won't need three, because TBB was pretty much all she banged on about these days. She was all 'Naomi this' and 'Naomi said' and 'Naomi did the cutest thing', it was fucking vomit worthy most of the time.

Although I still referred to her as TBB and was watching her like a hawk to make sure she didn't hurt Em again I had to admit I was warming to her slightly. I mean it wasn't like she was my new best friend or anything and I wouldn't ever admit my changing attitude, it would keep her on her toes if she thought I couldn't stand her, but I knew Em could tell I wasn't objecting to her girlfriend as much as I used to. I was still really pissed off at her for running away that first time, but I had slapped her for that so I suppose we were quits.

If I'm being honest, since then Naomi had acted like the perfect girlfriend, she treated Em nicely and was openly affectionate towards her even in public, so I suppose she wasn't that bothered about being a lezza after all. Em had never really elaborated on why Naomi freaked out so much in the first place, we weren't really speaking straight after it happened and I don't think either of us wanted to bring it up again because it just reminded us how we fell out. I know people think I'm a hard bitch, and in a lot of ways I am, but I hated it when me and Em argued. It happened more when we were younger and trying to find our own identities, I supposed you'd expect battles then, especially if one of you is gay and trying to get your head around that. But as we'd got older the all out wars turned more into bickering and I was genuinely surprised at how much I missed her when I went to uni, it was the first time we'd been apart, well, ever really, and it felt strange not being part of a twin. It made me realise how much I relied on Em to protect me, most people thought it was the other way around because I was a gobby cow and not afraid to dish out the slaps when I needed to. But the reality was that whether I liked it or not Emily was the strong twin, the one who dealt with everything life threw at her and came out fighting the other side.

So yeah, Em deserved some happiness in her life and I supposed if Naomi made her feel special and good about herself then I couldn't object too much. I just didn't see the need to tell anyone that.

I walked over and nudged her, "Wipe that fucking stupid look off your face, it's making me feel sick."

Emily jumped before she remembered she was annoyed with me, "It's about bloody time you showed your face. I've been rushed off my feet here."

I snorted, "No you haven't, you've been daydreaming about TBB. What was it this time? How kissable her lips are?"

Emily started to redden so I knew I was close enough.

"Actually, I was thinking how cute she was when she asked if she was my girlfriend, but there was kissing involved." Emily said with a small smile.

I rolled my eyes, "So you two still haven't done the nasty yet?"

Em shook her head, "Look Katie, which part of 'we're taking things slowly' don't you understand? I'm getting to know Naomi properly and when she's ready to take that step then we will. Don't worry you'll be the first to know when it happens."

"There's no need to be sarcastic, I'm just taking an interest in your relationship, you should be pleased." I responded.

That got a snort, "Katie, you rarely take an interest in my relationships unless it's to slag off my girlfriends or to get some salacious details about my sex life. Are you sure you're not even the tiniest bit gay because you seem to have a fascination with what lesbians do in bed."

I spluttered, the cheeky bitch, implying I might be gay. Look, I don't have a problem with it ok? But you'd be pissed off if someone accused you of being something you're not.

"I do not have a fascination with what you muff munchers get up to in bed!" I exclaimed huffily as Emily started to laugh.

"Really? Because I do." a voice interrupted.

I turned round to find Naomi grinning in the doorway, I hadn't heard her come in.

"Play your cards right and one day I'll show you." Emily said with a wink.

Naomi walked in "I'll look forward to that particular demonstration."

Oh for fucks sake, didn't they have any shame? I opened my mouth to say something but was silenced by Naomi's hand.

"Hold that thought Katie, but there's something I need to do first." she said as she made her way over to Emily.

I watched as she cupped my sister's face in her hands and leant down to kiss her. I continued to look at them as Em wrapped her arms tightly around Naomi's neck and responded to the kiss. It was one of those pathetic Hollywood rom-com kisses, all deep and passionate but laden with meaning, bleugh! It was bad enough my sister even engaged in kisses like these without forcing me to watch. Ewww, I was pretty sure there were tongues involved now, something that was confirmed when Emily moaned softly. Eventually they got bored or ran out of air or something and they pulled apart, staring at each other goofily with matching stupid smiles plastering their faces.

"Hi, I missed you." Naomi said quietly.

Emily reached up and stroked her cheek, "I worked that out from the greeting I got."

Holy fuck, they were so sickly sweet it was untrue. It was actually making me nauseous.

"Will you please knock it off and get a fucking room. I'm about to throw up." I sneered at the pair of them.

Emily turned to me, "Katie it was a kiss, it's not like we were fucking on the table."

I rolled my eyes, "Give it time. You could have waited until I'd gone."

Naomi shrugged at me, "Sorry, but I can't function properly until I've kissed your sister hello."

"Anyway, who said anything about you going anywhere?" Emily said in a stern voice.

I waved my hand towards Naomi, "Now blondie's here you don't need me to help do you?"

Em shook her head vigorously, "Oh no Katie Fitch, you don't get off that lightly. It'll be faster if the three of us work together and that way we can do the delivery in one go. You can go shopping when we've finished."

I scowled, how come she could tell so easily that I wanted to go shopping. Well alright I am Katie Fitch and shopping is my middle name. I mean, what else were Saturdays invented for?

"Fine, I'll help, but only if you promise not to subject me to any more vomit inducing displays like that." I muttered.

Emily leaned over and deliberately kissed Naomi again, "Sorry K, but when I have the urge to kiss Naomi, I just can't stop myself."

"Right that does it, I'm standing in the middle." I said as I positioned myself between the two lovebirds.

We worked in silence for a while and although there was no kissing, now I had to put up with the longing glances that passed between my sister and her girlfriend almost every other second. Maybe if I got them chatting it would be less off putting.

"So Naomi, Emily told me you have a date tonight. Got something good planned I hope." I began.

I was surprised as the blonde shifted uncomfortably, it was supposed to be an ice breaker not a stumper.

She cleared her throat, "Actually Em, I wanted to talk to you about that."

I glanced at Emily, who's first thought was bound to have been that Naomi was going to cancel. She'd been looking forward to going out tonight all week. Normally she had other commitments on a Saturday, so this was the first weekend she'd been out in ages, and the first time she'd been out with Naomi when she didn't have to take it easy because she had to get up for work the next day. Em was by nature quite shy and reserved but when she was hammered she was hilarious and she really came out of her shell. It almost made me want to join them so I could see the look on Naomi's face when she witnessed drunk Em. I glared at the blonde, daring her to say she couldn't make tonight.

"Don't worry, I'm not cancelling or anything." I saw Emily relax, "I just had something to ask you and it's fine if the answer's no, so don't feel obliged to say yes."

Emily smiled, "Come on then, out with it."

Naomi took a deep breath, "Well, Saturday night is traditionally pub night at Uncle Keith's and normally we don't go out on a Saturday so it's not been an issue. But ever since they came into the shop they've been banging on about meeting you properly and when they found out we were going out tonight they said I should bring you to the pub. They've been total pains in the arse about it so I said I'd ask to shut them up, but like I said it's ok if you want to do something else."

I stared at her as the words came tumbling out of her mouth and then at Emily, I really hoped she understood what that meant because it made absolutely no sense to me.

"Will there be karaoke?" Emily asked cautiously.

Naomi frowned and I could tell she was searching for the right answer. Another thing that drunk Emily excelled at was belting out a tune in front of a room full of strangers.

Naomi nodded, "Usually there is, yeah."

Em paused, "Pool table?"

"Yep, although it can get quite busy on a Saturday." Naomi explained.

Emily smiled, "We'd better get there early then so I can soundly whip your arse before getting a grilling from your friends."

Naomi grinned, "I'll have you know I am an excellent pool player."

Both Em and I shook our heads.

"Doesn't matter how good you think you are, nobody beats drunk Emily at pool." I said with a smile.

Naomi looked confused, "Drunk Emily?"

"Yeah, my much more outgoing alter ego who only appears after I have had shedloads of alcohol. She's an invincible, pool playing, karaoke queen." Em replied.

Naomi smiled, "Is she as good a kisser as you?"

Emily shook her head, "Oh she's miles better than me."

"Now I'm really looking forward to meeting her." Naomi replied with a grin.

A thought occurred to me, "Can I come too?"

I noticed the worried glance that passed between them before Emily spoke, "Actually Katie, that might not be such a good idea..."

"Why not? How come you want to go out with her friends but you won't allow me to come too? Am I that much of an embarrassment?" I asked huffily.

"It's not that..." Em continued.

"Well then it'll be fine if I join you all won't it?" I insisted.

Emily went to say something but Naomi interrupted, "I could have a word, make sure they're ok with it and everyone will be on their best behaviour. It'll have to happen eventually, so we might as well get it over with sooner rather than later."

"I suppose so," Emily said unsurely.

I glanced between the pair of them, "Look, will one of you tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Emily cleared her throat, "You can come to the pub tonight with us if you promise not to be a bitch towards Naomi's friends ok?"

I shrugged, "I'll try to play nicely."

"No Katie, you have to promise." Emily said seriously.

I rolled my eyes, "Alright I promise I'll be an angel. I don't know why you think I'll be horrible in the first place."

Naomi folded her arms, "I'm sure Effy and Cook will be really pleased to see you again."

It took a minute for my brain to catch up, did she say Effy and Cook? "As in Elisabeth Stonem and James Cook?"

Naomi nodded, "The very same. Tonight will be a good chance for you to apologise."

I stood opening and closing my mouth, wishing that I hadn't been so insistent. I'd stolen her fucking boyfriend for Christ's sake and I'd shagged Cook, which no one was supposed to know about. I know Bristol isn't that big but the chances of them being friends with my sister's new girlfriend had to be slim surely. I wasn't that bothered about Cook really, we'd always had a sparring relationship and although he made some cutting remarks it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. It never stopped him expecting a blow job or a shag though did it? I think if he had his way he'd pretend we'd fucked once and it was a drunken mistake but the reality was I was often his booty call when he struck out on a Saturday night. We hadn't slept together for ages and we didn't really like each other but the shags were still some of the best I'd ever had.

So no, it was Effy fucking Stonem I was shitting myself about seeing again. She was the one person I never wanted to clap eyes on, mainly because she threatened to hit me with a rock if our paths crossed, and now I was going to the pub with her.

Emily said something which released me from my internal panic, "What did you say?"

"I said, Naomi's right tonight will be a good opportunity to bury the hatchet." she said kindly.

I turned back to the order in silence and gulped, why did I have the feeling the only hatchet being buried tonight would be the one in Effy's hand going straight into my back?

Effy

My eyes kept darting to the door of the pub each time it opened. I couldn't believe Naomi had actually talked me into this but she'd played dirty, a fact I stored away for future reference. She knew both me and Cook were dying to spend some time with Emily and find out all about her, we'd been nagging non-stop since we met her in the sandwich shop. So she basically said she wouldn't bring Emily along unless her bitch of a sister came too. Cook had panicked a bit but shrugged and agreed if it meant he got to give Emily the once over. I was more reluctant but Naomi had appealed to my better nature and pleaded with me to come. Oh and by the words 'appealed to my better nature' I mean she blackmailed me with the whole, 'you're my best friend and this is really important to me.' What can I say, I'm a sucker for the whole loyalty to my friends thing and deep down I was just plain curious about Emily.

I've spent years perfecting this aloof, all seeing persona but underneath it all people just fascinated me. I was almost obsessed with trying to read people and working out what made them tick. That's why I'd done a degree in Psychology and Sociology, which I sailed through and it was what made me good at my job, so good in fact I was thinking of going freelance. There were lots of big companies out there who were looking for people with my skills to help them recruit the right people or to trouble shoot when things were going wrong.

Most people treated it me as if I had some sort of gift, like I was Harry fucking Potter or something, but the truth was a lot less interesting. Yeah ok, so I was already pretty intuitive which helped but the rest of it was hard work and practice. With the right training anyone could do what I did, but obviously that wasn't something I was going to share any time soon. Basically my 'magical powers' boiled down to the aforementioned obsession with people, observing everything around me carefully in a way most people don't bother, I'm a good listener, I can make people talk and I always watch people's body language for tells. Everyone has them and as soon as you work out what they are you can read a person like the proverbial book. Some people, like Naomi, were pretty good at hiding them, but as long as you were patient you'd get there in the end. Others, like Cook, were totally crap at hiding them and so reading them was a piece of piss.

The fact I knew him so well meant that I could tell he was sitting there shitting himself. There were the obvious things like the tapping foot and fingers but also he was running his hand through his hair every 30 seconds, a classic sign Cook was nervous. I had a fairly good idea it was something to do with meeting Katie again because he'd been fine when it was just Emily coming. I already had a fairly good idea why he was crapping himself but I decided to ask a few questions to check.

"So Cook, looking forward to meeting Emily properly?" I asked carefully.

A small nod, "Yeah, she seems alright and Naomi's crazy about her. As long as she's nothing like her slag of a sister we'll get on fine."

Interesting, I'd asked about Emily but Cook couldn't help mentioning Katie, I was right.

"When was the last time you saw her?" I continued.

A slight flick of the eyes, "What Katie? I haven't seen that fucking bitch since she nicked Freds from ya."

He was being too insistent in his insults, I was now certain I knew why he was nervous, it was in case she let the cat out of the bag.

I leaned back, "So were you ever going to tell me you fucked her?"

He leapt off his stool, "Don't be stupid Eff, I wouldn't shag that slapper if she paid me. I'll get us another drink, same again?"

Ah, the classic diversion tactic, "Sit down Cook."

He sheepishly returned to his seat, "It was only the once and it was before all the stuff with Freds."

I snorted, he was clearly lying, "Don't try to mess with me Cook. Details, all of them, now."

Cook held his hands up in surrender, "Alright, I'm sorry ok. I didn't mean to do it and I knew you'd be proper angry which is why I never told ya. The first time was just a blow job in the toilets at that club in town. After that I used to call her up if I was feeling a bit horny and couldn't pull anyone else."

I snorted again, "So I'm guessing you called her quite often then."

He looked hurt, "There's no need to be cruel, but yeah it became a pretty regular event, she's fucking shit hot in the sack even if she is a nasty bitch."

I raised my eyebrow, "And I bet she's got some special talents and not a lot of morals?"

Cook couldn't help smiling until he saw my face, "There wasn't much she wouldn't try at least once."

I took a deep breath, no wonder Freddie had found it hard to resist her. She probably made me look like a fucking nun, which to be fair I probably was back then. It was only after Freds left me and I decided to fuck as many strangers as possible that I really learned my craft.

It still hurt like hell knowing what she'd done and now with this new information it was going to be far harder not to punch her in her arrogant face tonight. She'd screwed the two men I cared about most in the world, not that I'd ever contemplate shagging Cook, but he was still my best mate and she'd been with him in a way I never would. The bitch had won again.

Cook reached over and took my hand, "Listen Eff, none of it meant anything. It was just a fuck and you and Naoms will always be far more important to me than some bird."

I shrugged, mainly to hide my surprise that Cook actually knew what I was thinking, I knew I should be angry with him but he was giving me his best little boy lost look which made it hard to stay mad.

"I know, it just hurts knowing you couldn't resist her either. I mean what's she got that I haven't that makes all men swoon over her?" I said quietly.

"We don't swoon over her, she's a glorified blow up doll." Cook replied.

I sighed, "You know what I mean."

"Yeah well I bet you wouldn't let me come on your face and watch as you lapped it all up." Cook said with a grin.

I burst out laughing, "Seriously?"

He nodded, "Every last drop, and she made me shag her after that. It was one happy night for little Cook."

As if on cue, the door swung open and Naomi walked in followed by a slightly nervous looking Emily and a petrified Katie behind her. I'd never seen her without a smug, know it all, arrogant expression so I was a bit taken aback. She genuinely looked scared, which was great for me because it made my earlier lack of confidence disappear, I'd promised Naomi I wouldn't be a bitch but no one said anything about not having fun with her and totally fucking with her head.

I smiled sweetly as they sat down, "Hi, glad you could all make it."

Naomi shot me a 'what the fuck? ' look but I ignored her.

"Your ears must have been burning Katiekins, we were just talking about you, weren't we Cook?" I said in a saccharine voice.

Cook's foot was now barely staying on the floor as he was tapping it so much, "Er yeah. I'll get the drinks in shall I?"

I nodded "What a good idea, maybe Katie can help you and you can get properly reacquainted."

I stared directly at her as I spoke and I could see I'd made her nervous.

"Right, what does everyone want?" she asked with a slight quiver in her voice.

We gave our orders and they scuttled to the bar having a hushed conversation, I'd made sure Cook was getting us a couple of rounds of tequila shots as well as our drinks.

"What the fuck was that about? I told you to play nice." Naomi said crossly.

I looked at her and then Emily, "Did you know they'd fucked each other, on more than one occasion?"

They shot each other a look, "We sort of guessed after the conversation in the shop."

I stared at Naomi, "And were you going to tell me?"

Naomi looked at the table top and shrugged, "Not when we weren't sure."

"Sorry Effy, I know it must feel like she's going out of her way to hurt you." Emily said softly.

I studied her carefully, I couldn't get an immediate take on her, but hey I had only met her for about five minutes, give me a bloody chance. I smiled at her in thanks and she smiled back. She seemed sincere enough, but experience had taught me one thing, it was often the quiet ones you had to watch, they were usually the ones with something to hide. But Naomi thought she was the best thing since sliced bread so for tonight I was going to keep my mind and eyes open and just observe her.

"Oy!" Naomi clicked her fingers in front of my face. "Don't start."

Emily looked confused but she had also clearly seen me sizing her up "Effy was just looking Naoms, it's ok, well a bit weird, but I understand why. They're your friends and they want to make sure I'm good enough for you, it's a natural thing to do."

Naomi's face softened, "Hey, I'll decide if you're good enough for me not them. I couldn't give a stuff whether they like you or not, but they will because you're beautiful."

I watched Emily blush and mumble thanks. But I was more interested in Naomi's reaction, she really meant it when she said she didn't care if Cook or I didn't like Emily. I gave her a knowing look.

"Effy, I mean it. Tone down the all seeing eye tonight ok? I don't want you to scare Emily with your mind reading abilities." Naomi admonished.

Emily's eyes widened, "You can't really read minds can you?"

She was cute, gullible, but cute.

I shrugged, "Sometimes. Why don't we test it out on Cook and your sister?"

"Effy." Naomi's warning voice was out.

I held up my hands, "Oh come on it's just a bit of fun."

"What is?" Katie asked as she laid the drinks on the table.

Emily looked up with a glint in her eye, "Effy wants to read your mind."

The look of panic that flashed across Katie's face was priceless. And maybe Emily wasn't quite as green as I'd thought.

"I'm going to do Cook too." I stated.

The arrogant look came back, "Fuck it, I'll try anything once. You'll probably be shit at it anyway."

I stared at Cook and he sat there sipping his pint, he was used to me doing this by now. It was all for show anyway because I knew exactly what he was thinking from the moment I caught him glancing at Katie's tits.

I tried a bit harder with Katie and actually made her feel quite uncomfortable at one point. She began to fidget under my scrutiny and that's when she gave away most of her tells, which I wouldn't need now but might come in handy in the future.

Finally I sat back and turned to Cook, "The answer to your question Cook is, probably."

He nodded, "Good to know Eff."

"What question?" Katie said unsurely.

"Cook was wondering if you'd be up for giving him a blow job later?" I said to Katie as Emily spluttered into her drink.

Katie looked incensed, "I'm not that fucking easy you know."

Emily spluttered into her pint again, "Yes you are and don't pretend the thought hadn't occurred to you either, you keep looking at his crotch and licking your lips."

I smiled, "Nicely observed."

Emily shrugged, "I just notice these things sometimes."

Katie huffed, "So come on then Elisabeth, that was easy, Cook always did think with his dick. What was I thinking?"

I paused for effect, "The answer to your question Katie is, yes."

She stared at me for a bit trying to work out if I really knew, I smirked at her and she started to go red.

"So what was the question Katie?" Emily enquired.

Her sister shook her head, "It doesn't matter, it's all a load of bollocks anyway. She can't read minds."

"You sure about that Katiekins?" I asked slyly.

She got annoyed, "Alright if you're so bloody clever, what was I thinking?"

She'd played right into my hands and I was going to enjoy this, "You were wondering if my bag was big enough to hold a rock, weren't you?"

She went white and frantically looked at my bag again.

"Why would you be thinking that?" Emily asked.

"Because that's what I said I hit her with if I ever saw her again." I answered menacingly.

Emily stared at me and simply said, "Oh."

I glanced over at Naomi who was sitting with her arms crossed staring daggers at me. I sighed, technically I had promised to be good and she was my best friend. I gave her a look that said 'sorry' and turned back to the twins.

"For fuck's sake Katie, I'm not going to hit you over the head with a bloody rock. You stole my boyfriend which left me heartbroken and we're never going to be bosom buddies but for Naomi and Emily's sake, I can just about stomach sitting in a pub for a few hours with you." I said exasperatedly.

Katie looked sheepish, "I am sorry about Freddie."

I shrugged and picked up my first shot of tequila, "What's done is done. No point in banging on about it. Now I suggest we change the subject and get on with the serious business of getting slaughtered."

"Let's go fuckin' mental." Cook screamed to the pub after downing his two shots in quick succession.

"Come on, you heard the man. Welcome to Saturday night at Uncle Keith's." Naomi said smiling at Emily.

The redhead downed both shots even faster than Cook and then finished the remainder of her pint in one. When she finished she wiped her mouth on her sleeve. Cook burst out laughing and Naomi sat with her mouth hanging open.

"God I was thirsty. Who's for another?" Emily asked innocently before she dragged Naomi up to help her.

I watched them at the bar laughing at something and knew it was going to be interesting observing Emily tonight, like I said it was always the quiet ones you had to watch.

Naomi

I leaned over the table and tried to concentrate, which isn't as easy as it sounds when you've done about ten tequila shots without stopping to draw breath. I wasn't drunk or anything but everything felt a bit woozy. I closed one eye and lined up my shot, I needed to sink this to stop Emily getting back on the table, she hadn't been exaggerating earlier, she was a demon pool player when she was drunk. Except that was the thing, she didn't seem to be very drunk at all, she'd been matching Cook drink for drink which is something Eff and I stopped trying to do a long time ago. I could tell he really liked her, mainly because he kept grinning at me and giving me the thumbs up while telling me my bird was proper mint. But that was Cook for you, subtle as a brick.

Effy was a bit harder to read, in spite of my warning, she'd been watching Emily most of the time we'd been here and I could tell she hadn't fully decided what she thought. I think she liked her but I meant it earlier when I said I didn't care if she did or not. I liked Emily, and I mean I really liked her, and that was all that mattered as far as I was concerned. Sure it'd be better if my girlfriend and best mates got on, but it wasn't essential.

Right, time to concentrate Campbell, Emily was 2-0 up in a best of five and I needed to avoid a whitewash. This was my local for Christ's sake and I'd never live it down if I lost so badly. I made a final check of my aim and pulled the cue back a few times, that's it nice and steady. Just as I was about to take the shot I felt hot breath tickling my ear lobe.

"I can see right down your top from here." Emily whispered suggestively.

I immediately tensed up as goosebumps appeared all over my skin and my stomach flipped, sure enough my arms turned to jelly and the cue slipped to the side, narrowly glancing the white ball instead of hitting it cleanly as I'd planned. It limped down the table and came to rest millimeters in front of the ball I'd been trying to pot.

Emily clapped her hands "That's two shots to me, ball in hand and they carry."

I stood up to protest, "Hey that's not fair. You cheated."

Emily raised her eyebrow, "I simply made an observation, it's not my fault it put you off your shot."

I snorted, "Really? Well why don't we see how much it puts you off if I tell you I'm staring at your tits right before a crucial shot."

She shrugged, "Naomi you've already spent quite a lot of time staring at them."

Shit, I thought I was being subtle, apparently not. I shook myself as I realised my eyes had drifted South again and I quickly raised my head. Emily was standing with a look on her face that couldn't have screamed 'see what I mean' any more clearly if it had tried. I was embarrassed so I reverted to type.

"It's still not fair." I said with the biggest pout I could muster.

Emily walked over to me. Actually saying she sashayed is a better word because the way her body moved was far too sexy to be described as just walking. I felt my mouth go dry, she'd definitely left the part out earlier about drunk Emily being possibly the sexiest woman on the planet. Did I mention the fact everything was feeling a bit woozy? Maybe the drink wasn't the only thing causing it.

"What if I suggest a way things could be made fairer?" Emily asked.

"Um hmm" it was about the only sound I trusted to come out of my mouth at the moment because she was standing so close to me.

"If you promise not to sulk anymore, you can try to put me off my shots for the whole of my next visit to the table." She offered while staring straight at me.

She knew the brown eyes on their own would be enough to stop any tantrum I was planning dead in its tracks but the suggestion was appealing.

"Can I touch you?" I began until I saw her smirk at me, "I meant to try to put you off."

Emily paused, "Within reason I suppose that's allowed, but not if it means you'll keep pushing my elbow or something."

Believe me I had no intention of wasting this opportunity by doing something as mundane as pushing Emily's elbow, and besides I wanted to put her off her shot not totally piss her off.

"Fine, you have yourself a deal." I responded as I followed her to the end of the table.

She crouched down and lined up her shot giving me the most perfect view of her arse. I know it's a cliché but in the jeans she was wearing it really did look like a peach, a ripe, juicy peach that I could...

I was interrupted by the loud thwack of the pool balls and I lifted my head just in time to see one of them sink into the pocket. Fuck it!

Emily turned to me and lifted her hand to my face, she used the pad of her thumb to wipe away some saliva that had escaped. Oh bollocks, not only wasn't I putting her off her shots I was standing in my local drooling, yes you heard it here first folks, drooling, over my girlfriend's arse. I quickly checked that I hadn't literally dribbled on her jeans, that shame would be too much to bear.

I mentally slapped myself, come on Campbell, this is a competition and you don't lose. Well not graciously anyway.

I followed her around the table as she considered her next shot. Once she'd chosen she smiled knowingly at me, but this time I was ready. I stood directly behind her and placed my hands either side of her on the pool table. No chance of being distracted by a view of her arse this time.

Emily wriggled slightly as she lined up and then I realised the flaw in my plan. Maybe I wouldn't be distracted by the view of her arse but I sure as hell would be by the intermittent bumping of it into my crotch. I gulped loudly as I tried to control my breathing.

Thwack, pot. Another one bites the dust.

"You're not very good at this." Emily said as she batted her eyelashes at me.

Now bloody listen to me Naomi Campbell, you will snap out of this Emily induced haze and focus, yes she is sexy and yes that's distracting, but you are not the type of woman to be manipulated like this. Now get back out there and give her a taste of her own medicine.

I broke from my internal pep talk to find Emily lining up her next shot, right Fitch, you asked for this, no more Ms Nice Girl.

I smiled as I stood beside her. She raised her eyebrow and turned back to the table. I let her take a few practice shots and just as she was about to hit the cue ball, I ran my fingertips lightly over that spot just behind her ear which I knew was particularly sensitive. She inhaled sharply but managed to hit the ball anyway, although it was by no means a clean shot, I tutted as she made the pot.

She turned to face me and leant up to give me a slow, sensual kiss.

"You're going to have to try much harder than that if you want to put me off." she said as she walked off.

It was like her words were the kick up the arse I needed. Emily Fitch had just challenged me and I never walked away from a challenge. I realised that my efforts had been somewhat half hearted and a bit pathetic up until now. She wanted to fight dirty? Fine, I'll show her dirty.

This time when she bent over the table I went straight for the kill. I began gently sucking her earlobe making sure my breath was tickling her neck. Her breathing became shallower but she was still lining up the shot.

"I can see right down your shirt from here." I repeated her words.

Emily grinned, "Like that's enough to make me mess this up, I'm not you."

I traced a line with my finger gently over her mouth and down her chin and neck stopping at the top of her breast bone as Emily's breath hitched. I paused before letting my hand continue its journey between her breasts and back up again, "Touching's ok right?"

She turned her head towards me and her eyes had gone a much darker shade of brown, "You need to move your hand."

"Why's that then?" I asked smirking at her.

"Because if you don't, in about 10 seconds, I'm going to be fucking you on this pool table." Emily replied huskily.

She must have seen the surprise register on my face and I immediately removed my hand. She winked at me and turned back to her shot laughing. She'd fucking set me up again. Well not this time.

"Maybe that's what I wanted all along." I whispered in her ear.

Bingo! The cue slipped from her grip and caught the side of the cue ball sending it careering down the table, it cannoned into a couple of balls sending them into the black ball which was perched perilously close to one of the pockets. I watched as Emily looked on in horror as the black ball slowly rolled forwards before it wobbled over the pocket and sunk inside.

"YES!" I couldn't contain my excitement, "Gotcha! Do not mess with Naomi Campbell. Ha, Emily Fitch, in your face. In. Your. Face."

I stopped what I was doing when I realised most of the pub was staring at me. I pointed to the table and mumbled something about winning, while silently praying that if there was a saint of embarrassment he or she would turn up soon, wipe everyone's memory of my victory parade and whisk me away, never to be seen again.

I looked across the pub to find Cook laughing his head off, Katie staring in horror and Eff smirking at me. Oh shit, I was bright red and staring at floor but I couldn't stand to see Emily's reaction. How could I have been so childish?

Finally I looked at her, she was standing with her arms folded and a frown on her face. Oh crap, I'd seriously blown it this time, how the fuck was I going to get out of this? I could plead temporary insanity, which was only partly a lie, Emily Fitch did drive me crazy.

I tried to look as contrite as possible but I still I swallowed hard as she walked towards me.

"You won't like this." Emily said in a cold voice.

I braced myself for what was coming next.

"I think you are the most adorably cute person I have ever met." Emily said with a huge grin on her face.

I started to smile, "Really?"

She nodded, "Yeah, really."

"So you're not mad or repulsed or anything?" I asked tentatively.

Emily snorted, "How could I be angry when I've just witnessed one of the finest pieces of gamesmanship the world has ever seen, well played Campbell."

I grinned, "Thanks, but you're still ahead."

"We'll call it a draw and get back to the others, I think we should finish on a high." Emily said with a smile.

As we walked back I stopped, "For the record, I, um, I think you're adorable too you know."

Emily beamed at me, "I know."